The beautiful vagabonds, endowed with every grace, masters of all climes, and knowing no bounds.
JOHN BURROUGHSHow many human aspirations are realized in their free, holiday-lives, and how many suggestions to the poet in their flight and song!
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Nature furnishes the conditions – the solitude – and the soul furnishes the entertainment.
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If America wishes to preserve her native birds, we must help supply what civilization has taken from them.
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The Nature Lover is not looking for mere facts but for meanings, for something he can translate into terms of his own life.
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Nothing. The Infinite knows no time, no space, no great, no small, no beginning, no end.
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The Kingdom of Heaven is not a place, but a state of mind.
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To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter.
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I went to the Lake District to see what kind of a country it could be that would produce a Wordsworth.
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The common bees will never use their sting upon the queen; if she is to be disposed of, they starve her to death, and the queen herself will sting nothing but royalty, nothing but a rival queen.
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It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.
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Father knew me not. All my aspirations in life were a sealed book to him, as much as his peculiar religious experiences were to me.
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The very idea of a bird is a symbol and a suggestion to the poet. A bird seems to be at the top of the scale, so vehement and intense is his life, large-brained, large-lunged, hot, ecstatic, his frame charged with buoyancy and his heart with song.
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The art of the bird is to conceal its nest both as to position and as to material, but now and then it is betrayed into weaving into its structure showy and bizarre bits of this or that, which give its secret away and which seem to violate all the traditions of its kind.
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In winter, the stars seem to have rekindled their fires, the moon achieves a fuller triumph, and the heavens wear a look of a more exalted simplicity.
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The red squirrel is more common and less dignified than the gray, and oftener guilty of petty larceny about the barns and grain-fields.
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A somebody was once a nobody who wanted to and did.
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