Who is John Burroughs

For other people named John Burroughs, see John Burroughs (disambiguation). John Burroughs John Burroughs (April 3, 1837 – March 29, 1921) was an American naturalist and nature essayist, active in the U.S. conservation movement. The first of his essay collections was Wake-Robin in 1871.

In the words of his biographer Edward Renehan, Burroughs' special identity was less that of a scie...
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John Burroughs Poems

  • Bluebird
    A wistful note from out the sky,
    'Pure, pure, pure,' in plaintive tone,
    As if the wand'rer were alone,
    And hardly knew to sing or cry. ...
  • The Crow

    My friend and neighbor through the year,
    Self-appointed overseer ...
  • The Bobolink
    Daisies, clover, buttercup,
    Redtop, trefoil, meadowsweet,
    Ecstatic pinions, soaring up,
    Then gliding down to grassy seat....
  • The Partridge
    List the booming from afar,
    Soft as hum of roving bee,
    Vague as when on distant bar
    Fall the cataracts of the sea....
  • The Coming Of Phoebe
    When buckets shine 'gainst maple trees
    And dropp by dropp the sap doth flow,
    When days are warm, but still nights freeze,
    And deep in woods lie drifts of snow,...
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Top 10 most used topics by John Burroughs

Sky 4 Shine 3 Heart 3 Deep 3 I Love You 2 Pure 2 High 2 Brown 2 Morning 2 Fruit 2

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  • Randygarman: “i go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.” —john burroughs
  • Jhagel: explore the spirituality of nature with john burroughs, an american naturalist
  • Nthrnnft: “i still find each day too short for all the thoughts i want to think, all the walks i want to take, all the books i want to read, and all the friends i want to see.” ~ john burroughs
  • Dutta_prajeet: leap, and the net will appear. - john burroughs we love munawar faruqui
  • Ricklondongreen: to learn something new, take the path that you took yesterday. ~john burroughs
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There is a blue star, Janet,
Fifteen years- ride from us,
If we ride a hundred miles an hour.

There is a white star, Janet,
Forty years- ride from us,
If we ride a hundred miles an hour.


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