Dule and wae for the order sent our lads to the Border; The English, for ance, by guile won the day:... The Flowers of the Forest, that foucht aye the foremost, The prime o' our land, are cauld in the clay.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Surrealism ... is the forbidden flame of the proletariat embracing the insurrectional dawn--enabling us to rediscover at last the ...revolutionary moment: the radiance of the workers' councils as a life profoundly adored by those we love.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Master of all sorts of wood-craft, he seemed a part of the forest and the lake, and the secret of his amazing skill seemed to be t...hat he partook of the nature and fierce instincts of the beasts he slew.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We do not understand when the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses are tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with ...scent of many men, and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires. Where is the thicket? Gone. Where is the eagle? Gone. The end of living and the beginning of survival.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It appears that in a forest like this the great majority of flowers, shrubs, and grasses are confined to the banks of the rivers a...nd lakes, and to the meadows, more open swamps, burnt lands, and mountain-tops; comparatively very few indeed penetrate the woods. There is no such dispersion even of wild-flowers as is commonly supposed, or as exists in a cleared and settled country. Most of our wild-flowers, so called, may be considered as naturalized in the localities where they grow. Rivers and lakes are the great protectors of such plants against the aggressions of the forest, by their annual rise and fall keeping open a narrow strip where these more delicate plants have light and space in which to grow. They are the protégés of the rivers. These narrow and straggling bands and isolated groups are, in a sense, the pioneers of civilization. Birds, quadrupeds, insects, and man also, in the main, follow the flowers, and the latter in his turn makes more room for them and for berry-bearing shrubs, birds, and small quadrupeds. One settler told me that not only blackberries and raspberries but mountain maples came in, in the clearing and burning.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
For beautiful variety no crop can be compared with this. Here is not merely the plain yellow of the grains, but nearly all the col...ors that we know, the brightest blue not excepted: the early blushing maple, the poison sumach blazing its sins as scarlet, the mulberry ash, the rich chrome yellow of the poplars, the brilliant red huckleberry, with which the hills' backs are painted, like those of sheep. The frost touches them, and, with the slightest breath of returning day or jarring of earth's axle, see in what showers they come floating down! The ground is all parti-colored with them. But they still live in the soil, whose fertility and bulk they increase, and in the forests that spring from it. They stoop to rise, to mount higher in coming years, by subtle chemistry, climbing by the sap in the trees; and the sapling's first fruits thus shed, transmuted at last, may adorn its crown, when, in after years, it has become the monarch of the forest.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The wilderness is near as well as dear to every man. Even the oldest villages are indebted to the border of wild wood which surrou...nds them, more than to the gardens of men. There is something indescribably inspiriting and beautiful in the aspect of the forest skirting and occasionally jutting into the midst of new towns, which, like the sand-heaps of fresh fox-burrows, have sprung up in their midst. The very uprightness of the pines and maples asserts the ancient rectitude and vigor of nature. Our lives need the relief of such a background, where the pine flourishes and the jay still screams.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I had seen the red Election-birds brought from their recesses on my comrades' string, and fancied that their plumage would assume ...stranger and more dazzling colors, like the tints of evening, in proportion as I advanced farther into the darkness and solitude of the forest. Still less have I seen such strong and wilderness tints on any poet's string.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »