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That is the Grasshopper’s—he takes the lead
In summer luxury,—he has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The Poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
The Grasshopper is enjoying the beautiful weather
and he is living life.
The Poetry is the beauty of the earth. The birds
are taking a rest from the hot sun and sit in the
trees as the "voice" which is the grasshopper is
heard from hedge to hedge over the freshly
mown yard. Even in the hot sun he is heard.
The title "On the Grasshopper and the Cricket" leads the Reader to believe the poem would be about nature and the differences between a cricket and a grasshopper.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
The Cricket’s song, in warmth increasing ever,
And seems to one in drowsiness half lost,
The Grasshopper’s among some grassy hills.
As a man sleeps in his house that is warming up
he hears the Cricket's song. He is so comfortable
warm, and tired that he thinks it is the Grasshopper
during the summer.
It's no longer nice outside. The weather is cold
and frigid. It is silent outside, but on the inside
there is the high pitched whistle of the stove.
The Poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the Grasshopper’s—he takes the lead
In summer luxury,—he has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
The Cricket’s song, in warmth increasing ever,
And seems to one in drowsiness half lost,
The Grasshopper’s among some grassy hills.
The speaker is someone who truly
sees the beauty in nature. They
appreciate its sounds, sites, and
weather. He speaks of summer as
a luxury and the "new-mown mead".
He takes great detail describing the
environment.
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