Adam, the GardenerJohn Allen & Company, 1843 - 252 sider |
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... creatures that I know of . " " Will you tell me about them ? " said Adam . " I will tell you all I know respecting them , " said his father ; " but if you wish to become a manager of bees , when you are two or three years older , I will ...
... creatures that I know of . " " Will you tell me about them ? " said Adam . " I will tell you all I know respecting them , " said his father ; " but if you wish to become a manager of bees , when you are two or three years older , I will ...
Side 32
... creatures are able to build cells for three thousand young bees . But then you should be told , that there are in a full hive thirty thousand bees . Now , Adam , I think we will leave off work for to - day . " So they put away their ...
... creatures are able to build cells for three thousand young bees . But then you should be told , that there are in a full hive thirty thousand bees . Now , Adam , I think we will leave off work for to - day . " So they put away their ...
Side 33
... creature with a sword , to stab him through the bowels with a bayonet , or to shoot him through the heart with a bullet . And how much more honorable is his present occupation , that of preparing food for his fellow - creatures , than ...
... creature with a sword , to stab him through the bowels with a bayonet , or to shoot him through the heart with a bullet . And how much more honorable is his present occupation , that of preparing food for his fellow - creatures , than ...
Side 40
... creature would certainly die . " Adam said it could go to sleep again . " Yes , " said his father , " so it could ; and sometimes , when we have two or three warm days during the winter season , they will awake and come from their ...
... creature would certainly die . " Adam said it could go to sleep again . " Yes , " said his father , " so it could ; and sometimes , when we have two or three warm days during the winter season , they will awake and come from their ...
Side 44
... cruel as it would be for a very strong man to turn us all out of doors and pull down our house . Now we have no more right to give pain unnecessarily to any creature , than the strong CRUELTY TO ANIMALS .. 45 man would have a right.
... cruel as it would be for a very strong man to turn us all out of doors and pull down our house . Now we have no more right to give pain unnecessarily to any creature , than the strong CRUELTY TO ANIMALS .. 45 man would have a right.
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Adam amusement animals auriculas autumn beautiful become bees Ben Hafiz bird blessed blossom blue bright cabbage called cauliflower celery child color cottage crop dare say dear delight dressed early earth endive eyes father told fieldfare finished flowers frost fruit fruit-woman garden gentleman Glastonbury thorn gold green ground Hafiz hand happy heard insects John Barton John's-wort Julie Julius Cæsar kind king labor last month laurustinus leaves list of flowers little creatures little John little Narina look mamma mezereon morning mother nest never night observed old shepherd pale papa parsnips pilewort plants pleasant poor little pretty prune purple radishes rain red valerian seed Sherzaran shrubs snap-dragon sowed sown spring spurge-laurel sweet tell ther thing thought transplant trees walk warm weather weeds wild wind winter woman wood yellow young
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Side 55 - O Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice...
Side 65 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Side 104 - 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 104 - THE poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Side 55 - The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Side 44 - From every side, assembling playmates run ; A thousand wily antics mark their stay, A starting crowd, impatient of delay : Like the fond dove from fearful prison freed, Each seems to say, "Come, let us try our speed...
Side 65 - SONG. ON MAY MORNING. |0 W the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flow'ry May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and...
Side 21 - The frost resolves into a trickling thaw. Spotted the mountains shine; loose sleet descends, And floods the country round. The rivers swell, Of bonds impatient. Sudden from the hills, O'er rocks and woods, in broad brown cataracts, A thousand snow-fed torrents shoot at once; And, where they rush, the wide-resounding plain Is left one slimy waste. Those sullen seas, That wash'd th...
Side 85 - Who hath sent out the wild ass free? Or who hath loosed the bands of the wild ass? Whose house I have made the wilderness, And the barren land his dwellings. He scorneth the multitude of the city, Neither regardeth he the crying of the driver. The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searcheth after every green thing.
Side 82 - Go forth, my heart, and seek delight In all the gifts of God's great might, These pleasant Summer hours." NDjiow comes rosy June; the blue-eyed hours, With song of birds, and stir of leaves and wings, And run of rills, and bubble of bright springs, And hourly burst of pretty buds to flowers...