Citizen science projects tend to attract white, affluent, well-educated volunteers — here’s how we recruited a more diverse group to identify lead pipes in homes.
—@TheConversationUS
Citizen science projects tend to attract white, affluent, well-educated volunteers — here’s how we recruited a more diverse group to identify lead pipes in homes.
—@TheConversationUS
Citizen science projects tend to attract white, affluent, well-educated volunteers — here’s how we recruited a more diverse group to identify lead pipes in homes.
—@TheConversationUS
Citizen science projects tend to attract white, affluent, well-educated volunteers — here’s how we recruited a more diverse group to identify lead pipes in homes.
—@TheConversationUS
Theres more then music in this early wind
Awaking like a bird refreshed from sleep
& joy what Adam might in Eden find
When he with angels did communion keep
It breaths all balm & insence from the sky
Blessing the husbandman with freshening powers
Joys manna from its wings doth fall & lie
Harvests for early wakers with the flowers
Through thickest shades I love to go
Where stovens foiled to get above
Cramp crook and form so thick below
Fantastic arbours — Oh, I love
To sit me there till fancy weaves
Rich joys beneath a world of leaves
The birds unbid come round about to give
Their music to my pleasures—wild flowers live
About as if for me—they smile & bloom
Like uninvited guests that love to come
Their wild fragrant offerings all to bring
Paying me kindness like a throned king
Lost in such extacys in this old spot
I feel that rapture which the world hath not
How lovely afresh are we breathing again
The quiet delights of the field & the plain
Free & far from the strife that the village anoys
The gabble of geese & the bawling of boys
& the dust floating up as the waggon jars bye
The wishfull wreaths shuttling [across] the blue sky
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Then crooked stile with little steps that aid
The climbing meets us & the pleasant grass
& hedgerows old with arbours ready made
For weariness to rest in pleasant shade
Surround us & with ecstasy we pass
Wild flower & insect tribes that ever mate
With joy & dance from every step we take
Well now if your rested we'll wander again
Here the path strides the brook over closes of grain
So who's first to venture—come never see fear
Though the plank bends beneath us [no] danger is near
Well if you are fearful we'll turn back & go
Where stepping stones ford oer a shallow below
What is Life?—an hour glass on the run
A mist retreating from the morning sun
A busy bustling still repeated dream
— Its Length? — A minutes pause — a moments thought
& happiness? — A Bubble on the stream
That in the act of seizing shrinks to nought
Just above the surface of the floods
Where water lileys mount their snowy buds
On whose broad swimming leaves of glossy green
The shining dragon flye is often seen
& hanging thorns whose roots washd bare appear
That shields the morehens nest from year to year
To the wild wood shielded sweet
Where the branches branches meet
Verdant on the morning sceen
Oer the carpets spreading green
& the holly branches spread
Spreads an arbour oer my head
As the woodland paths divide
Sweet to put the boughs aside