A Field-full of WondersRoutledge, Warne&Routledge, 1863 - 152 стор. |
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... ground , unable to make up our minds as to how the day was to be got through , our minds meantime rapidly sinking below the zero of idle dulness . " Why don't you go and take a walk ? " inquired Frank . " Oh ! there's nowhere to go ...
... ground , unable to make up our minds as to how the day was to be got through , our minds meantime rapidly sinking below the zero of idle dulness . " Why don't you go and take a walk ? " inquired Frank . " Oh ! there's nowhere to go ...
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... ground on the face of the earth ! " " Oh ! " cried Bob again , and drawing a still longer breath . " It has been found , " continued Frank , " that the Hyoscyamus , or Henbane , produces more than fifty thou- sand seeds ; but taking the ...
... ground on the face of the earth ! " " Oh ! " cried Bob again , and drawing a still longer breath . " It has been found , " continued Frank , " that the Hyoscyamus , or Henbane , produces more than fifty thou- sand seeds ; but taking the ...
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... ground at the farther side of the field , and flew heavily away , uttering a gruff " quaw ! quaw ! " as it went . " I don't know , " said Bob . THE CROW . " I do , " said Charley ; " Crows are bigger than Rooks . And there's some other ...
... ground at the farther side of the field , and flew heavily away , uttering a gruff " quaw ! quaw ! " as it went . " I don't know , " said Bob . THE CROW . " I do , " said Charley ; " Crows are bigger than Rooks . And there's some other ...
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... ground , and hit upon a new kind of trap . They steeped a quantity of corn in rum , and then scattered it about the most Rook - frequented fields . The birds hastened to gobble up the treacherous bait , and were quickly tumbling about ...
... ground , and hit upon a new kind of trap . They steeped a quantity of corn in rum , and then scattered it about the most Rook - frequented fields . The birds hastened to gobble up the treacherous bait , and were quickly tumbling about ...
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... ground , For a rich regale ere night ; And he seems to hear the hungry sound Of the young in the nest that , far away On the forest top , by the skirt of day , Hangs in the last of the light . And he laughs , ha ha ! for the coming gain ...
... ground , For a rich regale ere night ; And he seems to hear the hungry sound Of the young in the nest that , far away On the forest top , by the skirt of day , Hangs in the last of the light . And he laughs , ha ha ! for the coming gain ...
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ALBANY FONBLANQUE animals Ants beautiful Bees birds Bishop Hatto bite Bob blushed Bob's body brood Brown Rat Bull-Frog BUSK Butterfly catch cells CHAPTER COCKCHAFER colony colour cried Bob cried Charley cried Frank Crow curious delightful Driver Ant earth Earwig eating escape eyes fcap feet fellow females FIELD-MOUSE Frogs Gnat ground grow grubs habit half-bound hatched head hedge Hedgehog hole Humble-Bee hundred inquired insects killed kind larvæ laugh lay her eggs Leeches legs little creatures live look MARTIN DOYLE Master microscope Mole nest Nettle never Newt nuts pair plant Redbreast replied Frank Roman Nettle Rook ROUTLEDGE seeds seen sight skin Skylark Snail soon Sparrows species Spider spot Squirrel story SURINAM TOAD tail Teazle tell there's thing thou thousand Toad told tree W. A. HOLDSWORTH Wasp watch Weasel wings Wonder-Field wonderful workers Worm young Zouave
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Сторінка 125 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion. Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An...
Сторінка 102 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home...
Сторінка 125 - An' naething, now, to big a new ane, O' foggage green ! An' bleak December's winds ensuin', Baith snell and keen ! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' weary winter comin' fast, An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, 'Till, crash ! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o...
Сторінка 57 - So then to his palace returned he, And he sat down to supper merrily, And he slept that night like an innocent man ; But Bishop Hatto never slept again. In the morning, as he...
Сторінка 112 - Thou, in sunny solitudes, Rover of the underwoods, The green silence dost displace With thy mellow, breezy bass.
Сторінка 125 - The best laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft a-gley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain For promis'd joy. Still thou art blest compared wi' me ! The present only toucheth thee : But, och ! I backward cast my e'e On prospects drear, An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an
Сторінка 58 - Another came running presently, And he was pale as pale could be. "Fly, my lord bishop, fly!" quoth he, "Ten thousand rats are coming this way, The Lord forgive you for yesterday!" "I'll go to my tower on the Rhine...
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