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Works By John Burroughs

The Complete Writings of John Burroughs totals 23 volumes. The first volume, Wake-Robin, was published in 1871 and subsequent volumes were published regularly until the final volume, The Last Harvest, was published in 1922. The final two volumes, Under the Maples and The Last Harvest, were published posthumously by Clara Barrus. Burroughs also published a biography of John James Audubon, a memoir of his camping trip to Yellowstone with President Theodore Roosevelt, and one volume of poetry titled Bird and Bough.

  • Notes on Walt Whitman as Poet and Person (1867)
  • Wake Robin (1871)
  • Winter Sunshine (1875)
  • Birds and Poets (1877)
  • Locusts and Wild Honey (1879)
  • Pepacton (1881)
  • Fresh Fields (1884)
  • Signs and Seasons (1886)
  • Birds and bees and other studies in nature (1896)
  • Indoor Studies (1889)
  • Riverby (1894)
  • Whitman: A Study (1896)
  • The Light of Day (1900)
  • Squirrels and Other Fur-Bearers (1900)
  • Songs of Nature (Editor) (1901)
  • John James Audubon (1902)
  • Literary Values and other Papers (1902)
  • Far and Near (1904)
  • Ways of Nature (1905)
  • Camping and Tramping with Roosevelt (1906)
  • Bird and Bough (1906)
  • Afoot and Afloat (1907)
  • Leaf and Tendril (1908)
  • Time and Change (1912)
  • The Summit of the Years (1913)
  • The Breath of Life (1915)
  • Under the Apple Trees (1916)
  • Field and Study (1919)
  • Accepting the Universe (1920)
  • Under the Maples (1921)
  • The Last Harvest (1922)
  • My Boyhood, with a Conclusion by His Son Julian Burroughs (1922)

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