Adam, the GardenerJohn Allen & Company, 1843 - 252 sider |
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Side 13
... took Adam , with two of his brothers , a walk into the fields in his neighborhood . The air was very calm , and the sky was beautifully clear , with only a few small clouds here and there . As they were passing a thatched cottage , Adam ...
... took Adam , with two of his brothers , a walk into the fields in his neighborhood . The air was very calm , and the sky was beautifully clear , with only a few small clouds here and there . As they were passing a thatched cottage , Adam ...
Side 28
... took the suckers from those shrubs which they wished to mul- tiply , and planted them about a foot asunder , in a va- cant spot of the garden . When this was finished , Mr. Stock told Adam to pull off the dead leaves , and to earth up ...
... took the suckers from those shrubs which they wished to mul- tiply , and planted them about a foot asunder , in a va- cant spot of the garden . When this was finished , Mr. Stock told Adam to pull off the dead leaves , and to earth up ...
Side 41
... took notice , he might observe different sorts of bees out now ; because the weather had become warmer , and that there were many more flowers . " The one you saw , " said he , " last month , in the crocus , was a very early visitor ...
... took notice , he might observe different sorts of bees out now ; because the weather had become warmer , and that there were many more flowers . " The one you saw , " said he , " last month , in the crocus , was a very early visitor ...
Side 42
... took a small hoe , and weeded the flower beds ; afterwards raking them over LAMBS AT PLAY . 43 neatly . They then took.
... took a small hoe , and weeded the flower beds ; afterwards raking them over LAMBS AT PLAY . 43 neatly . They then took.
Side 43
Charles Cowden Clarke. LAMBS AT PLAY . 43 neatly . They then took some of the layers from their finest carnations , and put them into pots . One day Adam's mamma told him she wished some articles from a shop in the neighboring village ...
Charles Cowden Clarke. LAMBS AT PLAY . 43 neatly . They then took some of the layers from their finest carnations , and put them into pots . One day Adam's mamma told him she wished some articles from a shop in the neighboring village ...
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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...