Pictorial Calendar of the Seasons, ...Mary Botham Howitt H. G. Bohn, 1854 - 567 sider |
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... With a still , mysterious stealth : She will mix these pleasures up Like three fit wines in a cup , And thou shalt quaff it : -thou shalt hear Distant harvest - carols clear ; Rustle of the reaped corn ; Sweet birds antheming the. B 2.
... With a still , mysterious stealth : She will mix these pleasures up Like three fit wines in a cup , And thou shalt quaff it : -thou shalt hear Distant harvest - carols clear ; Rustle of the reaped corn ; Sweet birds antheming the. B 2.
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... hear thee sing , What comes o ' thee ? An ' close thy e'e ? Whar ' wilt thou cow'r thy chittering wing , Ev'n you on murd'ring errands toil'd , Lone from your savage homes exil'd , The blood - stain'd roost , and sheep - cote spoil'd ...
... hear thee sing , What comes o ' thee ? An ' close thy e'e ? Whar ' wilt thou cow'r thy chittering wing , Ev'n you on murd'ring errands toil'd , Lone from your savage homes exil'd , The blood - stain'd roost , and sheep - cote spoil'd ...
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... hear the constant clamour of the young for food . The old birds seemed to suffer without complaint ; but the wants of their perishing offspring were expressed by unceasing cries . Yet amidst all this distress , it was pleasing to ...
... hear the constant clamour of the young for food . The old birds seemed to suffer without complaint ; but the wants of their perishing offspring were expressed by unceasing cries . Yet amidst all this distress , it was pleasing to ...
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... hear answered from all the villages and fields near ; I have myself counted fifty or sixty fires burning at the same time , which are generally placed on some eminence . This being finished , the company all return to the house , where ...
... hear answered from all the villages and fields near ; I have myself counted fifty or sixty fires burning at the same time , which are generally placed on some eminence . This being finished , the company all return to the house , where ...
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... better : the roads are full of mire . In the woods and copses you hear a continued dripping and pattering of wet ; while the fieldfares , instead of flying across the country with a pleasant chattering , sit solitarily F 2.
... better : the roads are full of mire . In the woods and copses you hear a continued dripping and pattering of wet ; while the fieldfares , instead of flying across the country with a pleasant chattering , sit solitarily F 2.
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Pictorial Calendar of the Seasons: Exhibiting the Pleasures, Pursuits, and ... Mary Botham Howitt,John Aikin Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2015 |
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amongst ancient animal aphides appear autumn beautiful bees begin birds blossoms blue boughs branches bright buds called Candlemas chaffinch Christmas church clouds cockchafer cold colour corn cowslip cuckoo custom dark delight Druids earth Easter egg eggs female festival fieldfare fields fire flowers forest frost garden grass green hath head hear heart heaven hedges hour insects labour lamb larvæ leaves light look marsh-marigold MARY HOWITT meadows merry Michaelmas misletoe month morning nature nest night nightingale o'er observed passing PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY plants Plough Monday poet quadrupeds queen Roman rose round Saxon says season seems seen sheep Shrove Tuesday sing skylark snow song species spring stars stream summer swallow sweet thee thou torpid trees voice walk weather whole wild WILLIAM HOWITT wind wings winter woods yellow young
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Side 216 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Side 209 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower.
Side 209 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine ; I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Side 147 - Thrice welcome, darling of the spring; Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing; A voice, a mystery...
Side 105 - ... Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee : A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company : I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought : For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude ; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with...
Side 105 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Side 64 - Go, from the creatures thy instructions take; learn from the birds what food the thickets yield; learn from the beasts the physic of the field; thy arts of building from the bee receive ; learn of the mole to plough, the worm to weave ; learn of the little nautilus to sail, spread the thin oar and catch the driving gale.
Side 210 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not ; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Side 548 - And should my youth, as youth is apt, I know, Some harshness show, All vain asperities I day by day Would wear away, Till the smooth temper of my age should be Like the high leaves upon the Holly tree.
Side 90 - It is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before. The red-breast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field.