Pictorial Calendar of the Seasons, ...Mary Botham Howitt H. G. Bohn, 1854 - 567 стор. |
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... once to view The face of nature in a rich disguise , And brightened every object to my eyes ; For every shrub , and every blade of grass , And every pointed thorn seemed wrought in glass . In pearls and rubies rich the hawthorns show ...
... once to view The face of nature in a rich disguise , And brightened every object to my eyes ; For every shrub , and every blade of grass , And every pointed thorn seemed wrought in glass . In pearls and rubies rich the hawthorns show ...
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... once , turned into a sort of Venice . C. Park converted into an island ; and a long range of meadows , from B. to W. , one huge , unnatural lake , with trees growing out of it . Oh , what a watery world ! —I will look at it no longer ...
... once , turned into a sort of Venice . C. Park converted into an island ; and a long range of meadows , from B. to W. , one huge , unnatural lake , with trees growing out of it . Oh , what a watery world ! —I will look at it no longer ...
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... once . Prior to the time of this monarch the Roman year had but ten months , and commenced with March ; but he added January and February , making it begin with January , though the months still retained their old numerical designations ...
... once . Prior to the time of this monarch the Roman year had but ten months , and commenced with March ; but he added January and February , making it begin with January , though the months still retained their old numerical designations ...
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... once dissolves the snow . Torrents of water then pour from the hills , every brook is swelled into a large stream , which rushes violently into the rivers ; the pavement of ice with which they are covered , now breaks up in every ...
... once dissolves the snow . Torrents of water then pour from the hills , every brook is swelled into a large stream , which rushes violently into the rivers ; the pavement of ice with which they are covered , now breaks up in every ...
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... once . Moreover it is a goodly sight to see how the cookes in great men's kitchins doe frye in their master's suet , that if ever a cooke be worth the eating , it is when Shrove Tuesday is in towne , for he is so stued and larded ...
... once . Moreover it is a goodly sight to see how the cookes in great men's kitchins doe frye in their master's suet , that if ever a cooke be worth the eating , it is when Shrove Tuesday is in towne , for he is so stued and larded ...
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Сторінка 452 - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean, Angels of rain and lightning ! there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm.
Сторінка 210 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
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 215 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
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 453 - So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves: Oh, hear!
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 47 - Of fruits and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.