Pictorial Calendar of the Seasons, ...Mary Botham Howitt H. G. Bohn, 1854 - 567 стор. |
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... - cutting and turnip - cutting in the farm- yards , mingled with the sound of flails ? When , in fact , all domestic life was gathered round the house at noon , and was C doubly domestic ? When the pigeons and the fowls flew.
... - cutting and turnip - cutting in the farm- yards , mingled with the sound of flails ? When , in fact , all domestic life was gathered round the house at noon , and was C doubly domestic ? When the pigeons and the fowls flew.
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... sound which is perhaps the nearest approach that life and nature can make to absolute silence . The very wagons as they came down the hill along the beaten track of crisp yellowish frost - dust , glide along like shadows ; even May's ...
... sound which is perhaps the nearest approach that life and nature can make to absolute silence . The very wagons as they came down the hill along the beaten track of crisp yellowish frost - dust , glide along like shadows ; even May's ...
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... sound , resembling the exclamation , ' Oh ! ' loudly and clearly ejaculated . At first I could hardly per- suade myself that it proceeded from the throat of either of the ravens , but my doubt was soon dispelled , for there was no human ...
... sound , resembling the exclamation , ' Oh ! ' loudly and clearly ejaculated . At first I could hardly per- suade myself that it proceeded from the throat of either of the ravens , but my doubt was soon dispelled , for there was no human ...
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... sound but the brittle gems breaking on the spangled pathway . Our spirits were so light , our blood danced so briskly , our heart glowed , like our feet , so warmly , and rose so thank- fully to the Great Source of all things , calm and ...
... sound but the brittle gems breaking on the spangled pathway . Our spirits were so light , our blood danced so briskly , our heart glowed , like our feet , so warmly , and rose so thank- fully to the Great Source of all things , calm and ...
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... sound whereof makes thousands of people distracted and forgetful either of manner or humanitie . Then there is a thinge cal'd wheaten flowre , which the sulphory , necromanticke cookes doe mingle with water , eggs , spice , and other ...
... sound whereof makes thousands of people distracted and forgetful either of manner or humanitie . Then there is a thinge cal'd wheaten flowre , which the sulphory , necromanticke cookes doe mingle with water , eggs , spice , and other ...
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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.