Beauties of the Country: Or, Descriptions of Rural Customs, Objects, Scenery, and the SeasonsJ. Van Voorst, 1837 - 425 стор. |
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... Titmouse , Ringdove . - Hares , Foxes . - The Weather . -Migrations of Wild Fowl . - Christmas Rose . - Leaf and Flower Buds.- Proverbs relating to January . - Snowdrop , Sonnet to . Evening in Winter . - Comforts of Cottagers . - Halls ...
... Titmouse , Ringdove . - Hares , Foxes . - The Weather . -Migrations of Wild Fowl . - Christmas Rose . - Leaf and Flower Buds.- Proverbs relating to January . - Snowdrop , Sonnet to . Evening in Winter . - Comforts of Cottagers . - Halls ...
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... Titmouse . - Wheatear . - Whinchat . -Flowers . - Cowper.- Spring Flowers . - Clare's Poem . - Children and Singing Birds . - English Peasants . - Omens . - Fortune - tellers . - Supersti- tions . - Charms worn . - Tusser . - Jenner's ...
... Titmouse . - Wheatear . - Whinchat . -Flowers . - Cowper.- Spring Flowers . - Clare's Poem . - Children and Singing Birds . - English Peasants . - Omens . - Fortune - tellers . - Supersti- tions . - Charms worn . - Tusser . - Jenner's ...
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... titmouse pulls straw out of the thatch in search of insects ; linnets congregate , and rooks resort to their nest - trees ; pullets begin to lay , and young lambs are dropped now . The house - sparrow chirps , the bat appears , spiders ...
... titmouse pulls straw out of the thatch in search of insects ; linnets congregate , and rooks resort to their nest - trees ; pullets begin to lay , and young lambs are dropped now . The house - sparrow chirps , the bat appears , spiders ...
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... titmouse , which is almost as minute as the golden - crowned wren . But the blue titmouse , or nun , the cole titmouse , the great black - headed and the marsh titmouse , all resort at times to buildings , and in hard weather ...
... titmouse , which is almost as minute as the golden - crowned wren . But the blue titmouse , or nun , the cole titmouse , the great black - headed and the marsh titmouse , all resort at times to buildings , and in hard weather ...
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... titmice will , in very severe weather , carry away barley and oat - straws from the sides of ricks . " How the wheatear and whinchat support themselves in winter cannot be so easily ascertained , since they spend their time on wild ...
... titmice will , in very severe weather , carry away barley and oat - straws from the sides of ricks . " How the wheatear and whinchat support themselves in winter cannot be so easily ascertained , since they spend their time on wild ...
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appearance autumn banks beautiful bees beneath birds bloom blossoms blue boughs branches breath bright buds chaffinch Christmas clouds colours cowslip cuckoo daisies dark deep delight dogs earth eyes feel feet fieldfares fields flowers foliage forest fragrance garden gaze gipsies grass green hand happy hath head heard heart heath heaven hedge heigh-ho hills hive Idlesse insects Izaak Walton Julius Cæsar labour leaf leaves Leigh Hunt light Lincolnshire look Maid Marian May-pole meadows merry month morning murmur Nabal Nature nest never night o'er pleasant pleasure poetry purple quadrupeds queen rich ringdove Robin Hood rose round says scene scenery season seems seen shade sheep-shearing sight silent singing sleep song sound spring stone-curlew stream summer sweet thee thou throws titmouse trees valleys voice walk wander waving weather wild wind wings winter Woodcock woods yellow young
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Сторінка 175 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Сторінка 13 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Сторінка 263 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Сторінка 165 - With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Сторінка 174 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness...
Сторінка 152 - To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green, And, sweet as Flora...
Сторінка 283 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar Comes down upon the waters, all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse ; And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Сторінка 283 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Сторінка 258 - Immortal amarant, a flower which once In Paradise, fast by the tree of life, Began to bloom ; but soon for man's offence To heaven removed where first it grew, there grows, And flowers aloft shading the fount of life, And where the river of bliss through midst of heaven Rolls o'er Elysian flowers her amber stream...
Сторінка 283 - This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring . Sounds sweet as if a Sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved. It is the hush of night...