"Those little nimble musicians of the air, that warble forth their curious ditties, with which nature hath furnished them to the shame of art." - Izaak Walton "God gives every bird its food, but He does not throw it into its nest." - J.G. Holland "Use the talents you possess - for the woods would be a very silent place if no birds sang except for the best." - Henry Van Dyke ...

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The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead; That is the Grasshopper's--he takes the lead In summer luxury,--he has never done With his delights; for when tired out with fun He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed. The poetry of earth is ceasing never: On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills The Cricket's song, ...

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This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights That thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood So in my veins red life might stream again, And thou be conscience-calmed - see here it is - I hold it towards you. ...

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