Adam, the GardenerJohn Allen & Company, 1843 - 252 sider |
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Side 9
... thought sufficient , he showed Adam how thick it was proper to sow the seed ; which he managed very carefully and well . They did the same with the beans ; and afterwards raked the earth over them , first scattering some soot in the ...
... thought sufficient , he showed Adam how thick it was proper to sow the seed ; which he managed very carefully and well . They did the same with the beans ; and afterwards raked the earth over them , first scattering some soot in the ...
Side 15
... thought he could understand part of what was meant , and then observed how very silent every thing was . " It seems , papa , " said he , “ as if there was nobody in all the world talking but our- selves . " " Yes , it does seem so ...
... thought he could understand part of what was meant , and then observed how very silent every thing was . " It seems , papa , " said he , “ as if there was nobody in all the world talking but our- selves . " " Yes , it does seem so ...
Side 21
... change it ; and Adam did so too , who thought it was being like a man to keep at his work when it rained , and not to be sent in doors ; so at first he fancied that he liked rainy weather better than 22 RAIN . DROUGHT . when it was fine ;
... change it ; and Adam did so too , who thought it was being like a man to keep at his work when it rained , and not to be sent in doors ; so at first he fancied that he liked rainy weather better than 22 RAIN . DROUGHT . when it was fine ;
Side 23
... thought for a minute as he leaned on his spade , and looked at the newly - made bed , and then cried out- " Oh yes ! to be sure I can ! -the holes are filled with light earth straight down , that the roots may find their way easily ...
... thought for a minute as he leaned on his spade , and looked at the newly - made bed , and then cried out- " Oh yes ! to be sure I can ! -the holes are filled with light earth straight down , that the roots may find their way easily ...
Side 37
... thought of . Therefore an Indian is more independent than we are . But , if we choose , we may be very independent , too ; and the way is , by get- ting all the useful knowledge we can ; by being diligent in our business , and contented ...
... thought of . Therefore an Indian is more independent than we are . But , if we choose , we may be very independent , too ; and the way is , by get- ting all the useful knowledge we can ; by being diligent in our business , and contented ...
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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...