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The Smaller British Birds, by H.G. and H.B. Adams Henry Gardiner Adams,Henry B Adams Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2016 |
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aviary beak beautiful Bechstein bill Blackbird Blackcap Blackstart blue Blue Tit bluish branches breast British Birds broods brownish Bunting bush cage Chaffinch chiefly chin claws colour common confinement Crossbill dark brown dusky edged eggs favourite feathers feed female Fieldfare five in number flight frequently gardens genus Goldcrest grass greenish grey greyish ground habits hatched head heard hedge inches in length insects Ireland irides Isles larvæ legs Macgillivray male Meadow Pipit moss naturalists neck nest Nightingale observed pair pale perched Pipit placed PLATE plumage rare reared reddish brown resembles Ring Ouzel says Scotland season Sedge Warbler seeds seen singing six in number Sky Lark sometimes song Sparrow species specimens spotted streaked summer Sweden sweet Sylvia throat Thrush tinged tint Tits toes tree twigs Two-barred Crossbill upper uttered Wagtail Warbler Whinchat Willow Warbler winter Wood Lark woods yellow yellowish brown young
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Сторінка 104 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Сторінка 68 - ART thou the Bird whom Man loves best, The pious Bird with the scarlet breast, Our little English Robin; The Bird that comes about our doors When Autumn winds are sobbing ' Art thou the Peter of Norway Boors Their Thomas in Finland, And Russia far inland?
Сторінка 50 - 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...
Сторінка 104 - He that at midnight, when the very labourer sleeps securely, should hear, as I have very often, the clear airs, the sweet descants, the natural rising and falling, the doubling and redoubling of her voice, might well be lifted above earth, and say, " Lord, what music has thou provided for the saints in heaven, when thou affordest bad men such music on earth...
Сторінка 89 - ... distance ; and, when close at your ear, is scarce any louder than when a great way off. Had I not been a little acquainted with insects, and known that the grasshopper kind is not yet hatched, I should have hardly believed but that it had been a locusta whispering in the bushes. The...
Сторінка 55 - The daisied lea he loves, where tufts of grass Luxuriant crown the ridge ; there, with his mate, He founds their lowly house, of withered bents, And coarsest speargrass ; next, the inner work With finer and still finer fibres lays, Rounding it curious with his speckled breast.
Сторінка 143 - ... open halls. Here and there a bird may affect some odd, peculiar place ; as we have known a swallow build down the shaft of an old well, through which chalk had been formerly drawn up, for the purpose of manure ; but, in general, with us this hirundo breeds in chimneys, and loves to haunt those stacks where there is a constant fire — no doubt for the sake of warmth.
Сторінка 48 - The shore-lark breeds on the high and desolate tracts of Labrador, in the vicinity of the sea. The face of the country appears as if formed of one undulated expanse of granite, covered with mosses and lichens, varying in size and colour, some green, others as white as snow, and others again of every tint, and disposed in large patches or tufts. It is on the latter that this lark places her nest, which is disposed with so much care, while the moss so resembles the bird in hue, that unless you almost...
Сторінка 174 - It was wheeled in a barrow, to convey it, as it were to the hospital ; after which it flew away before the company. The seventh turned a kind of windmill ; and the last bird stood in the midst of some fire-works which were discharged all round it, and this without exhibiting the least symptom of fear.
Сторінка 73 - Bang joyously, and thou alone art left Sole minstrel of the dull and sinking year. But trust me, Warbler, lovelier lay than this, Which now thou pourest to the chilling eve, The joy-inspiring Summer never knew. The very children love to hear thy tale, And talk of thee in many a legend wild, And bless thee for those touching notes of thine!