Letters from AlabamaMorgan and Chase, 1859 - 306 стор. |
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Letters from Alabama, (U.S.): Chiefly Relating to Natural History Philip Henry Gosse Перегляд фрагмента - 1983 |
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Сторінка 118 - Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns, thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith, rose All these fair ranks of trees.
Сторінка 119 - Here is continual worship. Nature, here, In the tranquillity that thou dost love, Enjoys thy presence. Noiselessly around, From perch to perch, the solitary bird, Passes ; and yon clear spring, that midst its herbs Wells softly forth, and visits the strong roots Of half the mighty forest, tells no tale Of all the good it does.
Сторінка 119 - No fantastic carvings show, The boast of our vain race, to change the form Of thy fair works. But Thou art here — Thou fill'st The solitude. Thou art in the soft winds, That run along the summit of these trees In music ; — Thou art in the cooler breath, That, from the inmost darkness of the place, Comes, scarcely felt ; — the barky trunks, the ground, The fresh, moist ground, are all instinct with Thee. Here is continual worship; — Nature, here, In the tranquillity that Thou dost love, Enjoys...
Сторінка 152 - Her blossoms ; and luxuriant above all The jasmine, throwing wide her elegant sweets, The deep dark green of whose unvarnish'd leaf Makes more conspicuous, and illumines more, The bright profusion of her scatter'd stars...
Сторінка 25 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Сторінка 119 - Whose birth was in their tops, grew old and died Among their branches, till, at last, they stood, As now they stand, massy, and tall, and dark, Fit shrine for humble worshipper to hold Communion with his Maker. These dim vaults, These winding aisles, of human pomp or pride Report not. No fantastic carvings show The boast of our vain race to change the form Of thy fair works.
Сторінка 287 - THE morning flowers display their sweets, And gay their silken leaves unfold; As careless of the noon-tide heats, As fearless of the evening cold. 2 Nipt by the wind's unkindly blast, Parch'd by the sun's directer ray, The momentary glories waste, The short-lived beauties die away.
Сторінка 167 - Presently, to my surprise, the bottle began to move slowly, and glide along the smooth table, propelled by the muscular power of the imprisoned insect, and continued for some time to perambulate the surface, to the astonishment of all who witnessed it. The weight of the bottle and its contents could not have been less than three pounds and a half, while that of the beetle was about half an ounce ; so that it readily moved a weight 112 times exceeding its own.
Сторінка 119 - Report not. No fantastic carvings show The boast of our vain race to change the form Of thy fair works. But thou art here — thou fill'st The solitude. Thou art in the soft winds That run along the summit of these trees In music; thou art in the cooler breath That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes, scarcely felt; the barky trunks, the ground, The fresh moist ground, are all instinct with thee.
Сторінка 106 - ... for their preservation. Even after they were considerably grown, and larger than the partridge herself, she continued to lead them about ; but. though their notes, or call, were those of common chickens, their manners had all the shyness, timidity and alarm of young partridges; running with great rapidity and squatting in the grass exactly in the manner of the partridge. Soon after this they disappeared, having probably been destroyed by dogs, by the gnu or by bink of prey.