There were very few houses along the road, yet they did not altogether fail, as if the law by which men are dispersed over the glo...be were a very stringent one, and not to be resisted with impunity or for slight reasons. There were even the germs of one or two villages just beginning to expand. The beauty of the road itself was remarkable. The various evergreens, many of which are rare with us,... lined its sides, in some places, like a long front yard, springing up from the smooth grass-plots which uninterruptedly border it, and are made fertile by its wash; while it was but a step on either hand to the grim, untrodden wilderness, whose tangled labarynth of living, fallen, and decaying trees only the deer and moose, the bear and wolf can easily penetrate.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The first man we saw on the island was an Indian named Joseph Polis, whom my relative had known from a boy, and now addressed fami...liarly as "Joe." He was dressing a deer-skin in his yard. The skin was spread over a slanting log, and he was scraping it with a stick held by both hands. He was stoutly built, perhaps a little above the middle height, with a broad face, and, as others said, perfect Indian features and complexion. His house was a two-story white one, with blinds, the best-looking that I noticed there, and as good as an average one on a New England village street. It was surrounded by a garden and fruit-trees, single cornstalks standing thinly amid the beans.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Let your fountain be blessed, and rejoice in the wife of your youth, a lovely deer, a graceful doe. May her breasts satisfy you at... all times; may you be intoxicated always by her love.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But I was trying to tell you about a strange thing That happened to me, but this is no way to tell about it,... By making it truly happen. It drifts away in fragments. And one is left sitting in the yard To try to write poetry Using what Wyatt and Surrey left around....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He slipped his hand and ran away! He hadn't gone a yard when--Bang!... With open jaws, a lion sprang, And hungrily began to eat The boy: beginning at his feet.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I've roses to guard In the architectural prettiness of my yard.... (But there are no paths remarkable for wide Believable welcomes.)LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I've stayed in the front yard all my life. I want a peek at the back... Where it's rough and untended and hungry weed grows. A girl gets sick of a rose.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;... Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe: My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »