Pictorial Calendar of the Seasons, ...Mary Botham Howitt H. G. Bohn, 1854 - 567 sider |
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... thou shalt quaff it : -thou shalt hear Distant harvest - carols clear ; Rustle of the reaped corn ; Sweet birds antheming the. B 2.
... thou shalt quaff it : -thou shalt hear Distant harvest - carols clear ; Rustle of the reaped corn ; Sweet birds antheming the. B 2.
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... Thou shalt see the field - mouse peep Meagre from its celled sleep ; And the snake , all winter - thin , Cast on sunny bank its skin ; Freckled nest - eggs thou shalt see Hatching in the hawthorn - tree , When the hen - bird's wing doth ...
... Thou shalt see the field - mouse peep Meagre from its celled sleep ; And the snake , all winter - thin , Cast on sunny bank its skin ; Freckled nest - eggs thou shalt see Hatching in the hawthorn - tree , When the hen - bird's wing doth ...
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... thou , Frost ? and whence are thy keen stores Derived , thou secret , all - invading power , Whom even th ' illusive fluid cannot fly ? Myriads of little salts , or hook'd or shaped Like double wedges , and diffused immense Through ...
... thou , Frost ? and whence are thy keen stores Derived , thou secret , all - invading power , Whom even th ' illusive fluid cannot fly ? Myriads of little salts , or hook'd or shaped Like double wedges , and diffused immense Through ...
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... thou cow'r thy chittering wing , Ev'n you on murd'ring errands toil'd , Lone from your savage homes exil'd , The blood - stain'd roost , and sheep - cote spoil'd , My heart forgets ; While , pityless , the tempest wild Sore on you beats ...
... thou cow'r thy chittering wing , Ev'n you on murd'ring errands toil'd , Lone from your savage homes exil'd , The blood - stain'd roost , and sheep - cote spoil'd , My heart forgets ; While , pityless , the tempest wild Sore on you beats ...
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... thou mayst bud , and whence thou mayst blow , And whence thou mayst bear apples enow ! Hats - full , caps - full ! Bushel - bushel - sacks - full ! And my pockets full too . Huzza ! " After this they return to the house , where they ...
... thou mayst bud , and whence thou mayst blow , And whence thou mayst bear apples enow ! Hats - full , caps - full ! Bushel - bushel - sacks - full ! And my pockets full too . Huzza ! " After this they return to the house , where they ...
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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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Side 452 - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean, Angels of rain and lightning ! there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm.
Side 210 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
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 215 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
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 453 - So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves: Oh, hear!
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 47 - Of fruits and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.