A Field-full of WondersRoutledge, Warne&Routledge, 1863 - 152 стор. |
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... look of my Wonder - Field ? " he said . " What is there to like in it ? " inquired Ned ; " I don't see anything very wonderful in it . ” " We need not have come so far , if it was only to see a field of grass , " grumbled Charley ...
... look of my Wonder - Field ? " he said . " What is there to like in it ? " inquired Ned ; " I don't see anything very wonderful in it . ” " We need not have come so far , if it was only to see a field of grass , " grumbled Charley ...
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... look about sharply , some of us will find in this little field a good deal more than he expects — multum in parvo , much in little , ' you know ; or , as Marlowe , a poet , has said of a casket of jewels , ' infinite riches in a little ...
... look about sharply , some of us will find in this little field a good deal more than he expects — multum in parvo , much in little , ' you know ; or , as Marlowe , a poet , has said of a casket of jewels , ' infinite riches in a little ...
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... look of inquiry addressed to none of us in particular . I guessed in a moment what Frank's intention was in bringing us to this field , and cried- " Oh yes , tell us all about grass ! " " That's easily said , " replied Frank , " but I'm ...
... look of inquiry addressed to none of us in particular . I guessed in a moment what Frank's intention was in bringing us to this field , and cried- " Oh yes , tell us all about grass ! " " That's easily said , " replied Frank , " but I'm ...
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... look of surprise . " If " And oats , and rye , and so on , " answered Frank . you look at the stems of these grasses in my hand , and remember what the straw of wheat and barley is like , you will see that there is a close resemblance ...
... look of surprise . " If " And oats , and rye , and so on , " answered Frank . you look at the stems of these grasses in my hand , and remember what the straw of wheat and barley is like , you will see that there is a close resemblance ...
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... Look here , " he said , holding the Nettle up against the light ; " you see that every part is covered with hairs ; but these hairs are of two kinds - one solid , the other hollow ; the hollow ones are those that sting . If we had them ...
... Look here , " he said , holding the Nettle up against the light ; " you see that every part is covered with hairs ; but these hairs are of two kinds - one solid , the other hollow ; the hollow ones are those that sting . If we had them ...
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ALBANY FONBLANQUE animals Ants beautiful Bees birds Bishop Hatto bite Bob's body brood Brown Rat Bull-Frog Butterfly catch cells COCKCHAFER colony colour Cookery cried Bob cried Charley cried Frank Crow curious Driver Ant earth Earwig eating escape eyes fcap feet fellow females FIELD-MOUSE fight 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 P. L. SIMMONDS 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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