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... morning song than the blue firmament , with azure above him and emerald shades beneath , and the bright sunbeams sparkling on every plume ? Or what other shall the Nightingale choose for her clear orisons than the witching hour of eve ...
... morning song than the blue firmament , with azure above him and emerald shades beneath , and the bright sunbeams sparkling on every plume ? Or what other shall the Nightingale choose for her clear orisons than the witching hour of eve ...
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... morning tribute of thanks to pay , You remind us that we should likewise raise The voice of devotion and song of praise ; There's something about you that points on high , Ye beautiful tenants of earth and sky ! THE NIGHTINGALE . UNDE ...
... morning tribute of thanks to pay , You remind us that we should likewise raise The voice of devotion and song of praise ; There's something about you that points on high , Ye beautiful tenants of earth and sky ! THE NIGHTINGALE . UNDE ...
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... morning for new harmony ; And lays as prompt would hail the dawn of night ; A dawn she has both beautiful and bright , When the East kindles with the full moon's light Wanderer by spring with gradual progress led , For sway profoundly ...
... morning for new harmony ; And lays as prompt would hail the dawn of night ; A dawn she has both beautiful and bright , When the East kindles with the full moon's light Wanderer by spring with gradual progress led , For sway profoundly ...
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... morning , the 2nd June , and finished it on Saturday afternoon . The female laid six eggs ; the first on Sunday , the 4th , the last on Friday , the 9th , and began to sit on Saturday , the 10th . The ground colour of the eggs is white ...
... morning , the 2nd June , and finished it on Saturday afternoon . The female laid six eggs ; the first on Sunday , the 4th , the last on Friday , the 9th , and began to sit on Saturday , the 10th . The ground colour of the eggs is white ...
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... morning floats The music of his hymn - like notes . 58 CHIFF - CHAFF . THE SHORT - WINGED WILLOW WREN ( Phyllopneuste hip- polais ) , sometimes called the Chiff - chaff , or Lesser Petty- chaps , Chip - chop , or Hay - bird . Closely ...
... morning floats The music of his hymn - like notes . 58 CHIFF - CHAFF . THE SHORT - WINGED WILLOW WREN ( Phyllopneuste hip- polais ) , sometimes called the Chiff - chaff , or Lesser Petty- chaps , Chip - chop , or Hay - bird . Closely ...
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Our Feathered Families: Birds of Song and Their Congeners which are Found in ... Henry Gardiner Adams Перегляд фрагмента - 1800 |
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autumn beautiful Bechstein bill BLACK REDSTART Blackbird Blackcap breeding British brood brown Bullfinch Bunting bush cage Chaffinch chirping colour creature delight described eggs favourite feathers feed Fieldfares Finches five in number flocks frequently gardens genus Gilbert White grass green grey ground habits head hear heard hedge Hoopoe hopping inches insects Lark larvæ light lined Linnet little bird loud Macgillivray male melody Missel Thrush morning moss motion naturalist nest Nightingale notes Nuthatch observed pair parent birds perch PIPET plumage printed on Toned Redstart Redwing resembles RING OUZEL Robin says season seeds seen seldom Shore Lark sing Skylark soft sometimes called Song Thrush songster Sparrow species spots spring strain summer sweet tail thee thou throat Toned paper tree twigs uttered voice WAGTAIL warble Warbler WHINCHAT WHITE'S THRUSH wild wings winter Woodlark woods worms Wren yellow YELLOW WAGTAIL
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Сторінка 30 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Сторінка 165 - Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Сторінка 83 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then brisk alights On the warm hearth; then hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is Till, more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Сторінка 255 - THE GREEN LINNET BENEATH these fruit-tree boughs that shed Their snow-white blossoms on my head, With brightest sunshine round me spread Of spring's unclouded weather, In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard-seat ! And birds and flowers once more to greet. My last year's friends together.
Сторінка 27 - But the Nightingale, another of my airy creatures, breathes such sweet loud music out of her little instrumental throat, that it might make mankind to think miracles are not ceased. He that at midnight, when the very labourer sleeps securely, should hear, as I have very often, the clear airs, the sweet descants, the natural rising and falling, the doubling and redoubling of her voice, might well be lifted above earth, and say...
Сторінка 13 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Сторінка 132 - With joy — and oft an unintruding guest, I watched her secret toils from day to day, How true she warped the moss to form her nest, And modelled it within with wood and clay.
Сторінка 160 - He put them in the basket, and tying an old handkerchief over it, he took them to the schoolmaster's house. Just as he arrived at the door, he saw the two little boys who had been setting the trap, and with alarm he asked them if they had caught any birds.
Сторінка 216 - Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing ? And one of them shall not fall to the ground without your Father.
Сторінка 159 - THE BISHOP AND THE BIRDS. A BISHOP, who had for his arms two fieldfares, with the motto, " Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing...