Episodes of insect life. By Acheta Domestica1851 |
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accustomed amongst animals ant-lion antennæ beautiful bird boat-flies body BURYING BEETLE butterfly caterpillar chrysalides churchyard beetle Coleoptera colour common crane-fly creature cricket curious Dame Huggins dark death-watch death's-head devouring earth eggs entomologist excavated eyes fancy Father Longlegs field cricket flea flies flowers Fulgora glowworm goat-moth grass grasshopper ground grub habits head heard ichneumon insect Insect Architecture instinct jaws Kirby labours lady lantern-flies larva larvæ latter leaves legs less light living look luminous maternal mole-cricket monument morning moth mother native naturalist nature nest never night noticed object observed Ogre once parasitic perfect perhaps Piccoletta pitfall POPPY BEE prey pupa purpose quadrupeds race Réaumur resembling Scarabæus seemed seen singular Sir Timothy solitary species spider strange suppose tall Joe terror thou thought tick Tipula Tomb Tombstone Tomkins trees tribe upholsterer usually Vignette wasp water-scorpion wing-cases wings wonder
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Side 147 - And now in age I bud again, After so many deaths I live and write; I once more smell the dew and rain, And relish versing: O my only light, It cannot be That I am he, On whom thy tempests fell all night.
Side 345 - For every kind of beasts, and of birds, and of serpents, and of things in the sea, is tamed, and hath been tamed of mankind: but the tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison.
Side 18 - A fire devoureth before them, and behind them a flame burneth: the land is as the garden of Eden before them, and behind them a desolate wilderness; yea, and nothing shall escape them.
Side xvii - Tis filled wherever thou dost tread, Nature's self's thy Ganymede. Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king. All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants, belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice; Man for thee does sow and plow; Farmer he, and landlord thou...
Side 5 - To thee of all things upon earth, Life is no longer than thy mirth. Happy insect! happy thou, Dost neither age nor winter know! But when thou'st drunk, and danced, and sung Thy fill, the flowery leaves among, (Voluptuous and wise withal, Epicurean animal!) Sated with thy summer feast, Thou retir'st to endless rest.
Side 147 - These are thy wonders, Lord of love, To make us see we are but flowers that glide : Which when we once can find and prove, Thou hast a garden for us, where to bide. Who would be more, Swelling through store, Forfeit their Paradise by their pride.
Side 195 - Direct it flies and rapid, Shattering that it may reach, and shattering what it reaches. My son ! the road, the human being travels, That, on which BLESSING comes and goes, doth follow The river's course, the valley's playful windings, Curves round the corn-field and the hill of vines, Honouring the holy bounds of property ! And thus secure, though late, leads to its end.
Side 5 - Thou best of men and friends! We will create A genuine summer in each other's breast; And spite of this cold time and frozen fate Thaw us a warm seat to our rest. Our sacred...