Pictorial Calendar of the Seasons, ...Mary Botham Howitt H. G. Bohn, 1854 - 567 sider |
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... their leisure time in striking and cuffing each other on the wing in a kind of playful skirmish ; and when they move from one place to another , frequently turn on their backs with a loud croak , and seem to be falling to the ground.
... their leisure time in striking and cuffing each other on the wing in a kind of playful skirmish ; and when they move from one place to another , frequently turn on their backs with a loud croak , and seem to be falling to the ground.
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... turn from their sheltered saloon of assembly . In this single instance , however , these are not the only tell - tales of their kind ; for quite as common , at the same season , are some other parties of aërial dancers , one of which we ...
... turn from their sheltered saloon of assembly . In this single instance , however , these are not the only tell - tales of their kind ; for quite as common , at the same season , are some other parties of aërial dancers , one of which we ...
Side 90
... turn to love . Then come , my sister ! come , I pray , With speed put on your woodland dress ; And bring no book ; for this one day We'll give to idleness . WORDSWORTH . SPRING . 91 In the Spring a fuller crimson comes 90 MARCH .
... turn to love . Then come , my sister ! come , I pray , With speed put on your woodland dress ; And bring no book ; for this one day We'll give to idleness . WORDSWORTH . SPRING . 91 In the Spring a fuller crimson comes 90 MARCH .
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... turn in the lane , and we come to the old house standing amongst the high elms , -the old farm house , which always , I don't know why , carries back my imagi- nation to Shakespeare's days . It is a long low , irregular building , with ...
... turn in the lane , and we come to the old house standing amongst the high elms , -the old farm house , which always , I don't know why , carries back my imagi- nation to Shakespeare's days . It is a long low , irregular building , with ...
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... turn it to purposes of profit . They build a hut , roof it with green boughs , and cover the roof with a plentiful supply of limed twigs . They then display a screech - owl or other bird of prey , imitate the sonorous cry of a jay or ...
... turn it to purposes of profit . They build a hut , roof it with green boughs , and cover the roof with a plentiful supply of limed twigs . They then display a screech - owl or other bird of prey , imitate the sonorous cry of a jay or ...
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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.