Pictorial Calendar of the Seasons, ...Mary Botham Howitt H. G. Bohn, 1854 - 567 стор. |
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... Cuckoo - notes from the Poets 146 The Cuckoo , Welsh superstitions respecting.- Miss Lucas 148 Strange situations of Birds ' - nests . - Stanley 157 Mole - Crickets . - Kirby and Spence ; Gilbert White 160 April Woods .--- Miss Mitford ...
... Cuckoo - notes from the Poets 146 The Cuckoo , Welsh superstitions respecting.- Miss Lucas 148 Strange situations of Birds ' - nests . - Stanley 157 Mole - Crickets . - Kirby and Spence ; Gilbert White 160 April Woods .--- Miss Mitford ...
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... cuckoo . 27 Peace of Amiens signed , 1802 . 28 Raphael born , 1483 , died , 1520 . 29 Swedenborg died , 1772 . 30 Sicilian Vespers , 1282 . 31 Allied sovs . enter Paris , 1814 . LAND & MARCH . Winter , still lingering on the.
... cuckoo . 27 Peace of Amiens signed , 1802 . 28 Raphael born , 1483 , died , 1520 . 29 Swedenborg died , 1772 . 30 Sicilian Vespers , 1282 . 31 Allied sovs . enter Paris , 1814 . LAND & MARCH . Winter , still lingering on the.
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... cuckoo's call ; In the far - distant white - sailed vessels ride . Or tiny fleets of fishers deck the tide . My picture is too faint , but it may bring Some image to you of the scenes I sing . BESSIE PARKES . Here still are old ...
... cuckoo's call ; In the far - distant white - sailed vessels ride . Or tiny fleets of fishers deck the tide . My picture is too faint , but it may bring Some image to you of the scenes I sing . BESSIE PARKES . Here still are old ...
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... cuckoo - buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight : The cuckoo now on every tree Sings , Cuckoo - cuckoo . SHAKESPEARE . THE distinguishing characteristic of the weather during this month is fickleness ; the most lovely ...
... cuckoo - buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight : The cuckoo now on every tree Sings , Cuckoo - cuckoo . SHAKESPEARE . THE distinguishing characteristic of the weather during this month is fickleness ; the most lovely ...
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... cuckoo's bill . MILTON . It sings by day as well as by night , but in the day - time its voice is drowned in the multitude of performers : on which account the poets have always made the song of the nightingale a nocturnal serenade ...
... cuckoo's bill . MILTON . It sings by day as well as by night , but in the day - time its voice is drowned in the multitude of performers : on which account the poets have always made the song of the nightingale a nocturnal serenade ...
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Pictorial Calendar of the Seasons: Exhibiting the Pleasures, Pursuits, and ... Mary Botham Howitt,John Aikin Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2015 |
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amongst ancient animal aphides appear autumn beautiful bees begin birds blossoms blue boughs branches bright buds called Candlemas chaffinch Christmas church clouds cockchafer cold colour corn cowslip cuckoo custom dark delight Druids earth Easter egg eggs female festival fieldfare fields fire flowers forest frost garden grass green hath head hear heart heaven hedges hour insects labour lamb larvæ leaves light look marsh-marigold MARY HOWITT meadows merry Michaelmas misletoe month morning nature nest night nightingale o'er observed passing PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY plants Plough Monday poet quadrupeds queen Roman rose round Saxon says season seems seen sheep Shrove Tuesday sing skylark snow song species spring stars stream summer swallow sweet thee thou torpid trees voice walk weather whole wild WILLIAM HOWITT wind wings winter woods yellow young
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Сторінка 216 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 209 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine ; I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Сторінка 147 - Thrice welcome, darling of the spring; Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing; A voice, a mystery...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 210 - 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 548 - And should my youth, as youth is apt, I know, Some harshness show, All vain asperities I day by day Would wear away, Till the smooth temper of my age should be Like the high leaves upon the Holly tree.
Сторінка 90 - It is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before. The red-breast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field.