In dis world dey's many folks think dey's alive as ain't alive. Dey's alive accordin' to de whited sepulchers o' de world and dead... accordin' to de sperits o' de prophets. It's dem dey ought to cart away in hearses, brethren! It's dem dat's felt tingle within 'em de breath o' de Lawd, like a bird, like a maukin' in de woods, a song full o' warm honey, and all de same ain't follered de call, but has carried deir sperits in a hearse at de end o' de parade of de pomp o' de world. Hit's dem dat dade! Hit's dem dat's dade!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Yet oh! the tempting flatness of a book, To send it sailing out the attic window... Till it caught wind and, opening out its covers, Tried to improve on sailing like a tile By flying like a bird (silent in flight, But all the burden of its body song)....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root,... Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide: There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flights, Waves in its plumes the various light.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Time, as is well known, sometimes flies like a bird and sometimes crawls like a worm, but human beings are generally particularly ...happy when they don't notice whether it's passing quickly or slowly.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »