Berkshire Stories: History - Nature - People - ConservationSteinerBooks, 2004 - 288 páginas Morgan Bulkeley first saw the Berkshires on a golden fall day in 1928. A school outing brought him to Bear Mountain, where he ate a sandwich ashis eyes feasted on the natural beauty spread before him. He was fourteen and suddenly found himself in love with a place. In more than 100 pithy, beautiful, and frequently witty pieces, Bulkeley records the incredibly complex riches of his beloved Berkshire County. Organized into four sections (history, nature, people, and conservation), Berkshire Stories offers a profound portrait of an evolving community and landscape. Reading these stories, we come to understand what it means to truly inhabit a place. We not only get to know its history and people, its ecology, plants, birds, and animals, but also its geological past and its potentially human future. Anyone who has ever been touched by the rich beauty of the Berkshires-whether for the first time or as a lifelong resident-will love this book. Berkshire Stories is illustrated throughout with drawings by the well-known artist Morgan Bulkeley, Jr., the author's son. |
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Página 186 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Página 51 - By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When...
Página 273 - Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint, Possessed the land which rendered to their toil Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, wool and wood. Each of these landlords walked amidst his farm, Saying, "Tis mine, my children's and my name's. How sweet the west wind sounds in my own trees! How graceful climb those shadows on my hill! I fancy these pure waters and the flags Know me, as does my dog: we sympathize; And, I affirm, my actions smack of the soil.
Página 40 - All men are born free and equal, and have certain natural, essential, and unalienable rights; among which may be reckoned the right of enjoying and defending their lives and liberties; that of acquiring, possessing, and protecting property; in fine, that of seeking and obtaining their safety and happiness.
Página 273 - Earth laughs in flowers, to see her boastful boys Earth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs; Who steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet Clear of the grave.
Página 212 - This is a horrible, horrible, most hor-ri-ble climate; one knows not, for ten minutes together, whether he is too cool or too warm; but he is always one or the other, and the constant result is a miserable disturbance of the system. I detest it 1 I detest it! ! I detest it!!! I hate Berkshire with my whole soul, and would joyfully see its mountains laid flat.
Página 212 - After supper, I put Julian to bed; and Melville and I had a talk about time and eternity, things of this world and of the next, and books, and publishers, and all possible and impossible matters...
Página 76 - All around beneath me was spread for a hundred miles on every side, as far as the eye could reach, an undulating country of clouds, answering in the varied swell of its surface to the terrestrial world it veiled. It was such a country as we might see in dreams, with all the delights of paradise.