The Writings of John Burroughs: Fresh fields

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Houghton, Mifflin, & Company, 1895
 

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עמוד 258 - For, behold, I have made thee this day a defenced city, and an iron pillar, and brasen walls against the whole land, against the kings of Judah, against the princes thereof, against the priests thereof, and against the people of the land. And they shall fight against thee; but they shall not prevail against thee; for I am with thee, saith the LORD, to deliver thee...
עמוד 256 - though the Heavens crush me for following her : no Falsehood ! though a whole celestial Lubberland were the price of Apostasy.
עמוד 256 - Fool! the Ideal is in thyself, the impediment too is in thyself; thy Condition is but the stuff thou art to shape that same Ideal out of — what matters whether such stuff be of this sort or that, so the Form thou give it be heroic, be poetic?
עמוד 151 - LOUD is the Vale ! the Voice is up With which she speaks when storms are gone, A mighty Unison of streams ! Of all her Voices, One ! Loud is the Vale ; — this inland Depth In peace is roaring like the Sea ; Yon Star upon the mountain-top Is listening quietly.
עמוד 119 - UP with me ! up with me into the clouds ! For thy song, Lark, is strong; Up with me, up with me into the clouds ! Singing, singing, With clouds and sky about thee ringing, Lift me, guide me till I find That spot which seems so to thy mind...
עמוד 164 - The strawberry grows underneath the nettle; And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality...
עמוד 255 - I see a glimpse of it!" cries he elsewhere: "there is in man a HIGHER than Love of Happiness: he can do without Happiness, and instead thereof find Blessedness! Was it not to preach forth this same HIGHER that sages and martyrs, the Poet and the Priest, in all times, have spoken and suffered; bearing testimony, through life and through death, of the Godlike that is in Man, and how in the Godlike only has he Strength and Freedom?
עמוד 247 - Let me make the songs of a nation, and I care not who makes its laws.
עמוד 91 - These had crossed them while they slept. Some had heard their fair report In the country or the court.
עמוד 176 - No numbers have counted my tallies, No tribes my house can fill; I sit by the shining Fount of Life, And pour the deluge still...

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