Pictorial Calendar of the Seasons, ...Mary Botham Howitt H. G. Bohn, 1854 - 567 من الصفحات |
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... With a still , mysterious stealth : She will mix these pleasures up Like three fit wines in a cup , And thou shalt quaff it : -thou shalt hear Distant harvest - carols clear ; Rustle of the reaped corn ; Sweet birds antheming the. B 2.
... With a still , mysterious stealth : She will mix these pleasures up Like three fit wines in a cup , And thou shalt quaff it : -thou shalt hear Distant harvest - carols clear ; Rustle of the reaped corn ; Sweet birds antheming the. B 2.
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... hear thee sing , What comes o ' thee ? An ' close thy e'e ? Whar ' wilt thou cow'r thy chittering wing , Ev'n you on murd'ring errands toil'd , Lone from your savage homes exil'd , The blood - stain'd roost , and sheep - cote spoil'd ...
... hear thee sing , What comes o ' thee ? An ' close thy e'e ? Whar ' wilt thou cow'r thy chittering wing , Ev'n you on murd'ring errands toil'd , Lone from your savage homes exil'd , The blood - stain'd roost , and sheep - cote spoil'd ...
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... hear the constant clamour of the young for food . The old birds seemed to suffer without complaint ; but the wants of their perishing offspring were expressed by unceasing cries . Yet amidst all this distress , it was pleasing to ...
... hear the constant clamour of the young for food . The old birds seemed to suffer without complaint ; but the wants of their perishing offspring were expressed by unceasing cries . Yet amidst all this distress , it was pleasing to ...
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... hear answered from all the villages and fields near ; I have myself counted fifty or sixty fires burning at the same time , which are generally placed on some eminence . This being finished , the company all return to the house , where ...
... hear answered from all the villages and fields near ; I have myself counted fifty or sixty fires burning at the same time , which are generally placed on some eminence . This being finished , the company all return to the house , where ...
الصفحة 67
... full of mire . In the woods and copses you hear a continued dripping and pattering of wet ; while the fieldfares , instead of flying across the country with a pleasant chattering , sit solitarily F 2 A Great Thaw -W Howitt.
... full of mire . In the woods and copses you hear a continued dripping and pattering of wet ; while the fieldfares , instead of flying across the country with a pleasant chattering , sit solitarily F 2 A Great Thaw -W Howitt.
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amongst animal aphides appear autumn beautiful bees begin birds blossoms boughs branches bright called Candlemas Christmas church clouds cockchafer cold colour corn cuckoo custom dark delight died Druids earth eggs festival field fieldfare fire flowers forest frost garden geese grass green Hallow-eve hath head heart heaven hedge insects labour larvæ leaf leaves light look MARY HOWITT meadows merry Michaelmas migration misletoe month morning nature nest never night nightingale o'er observed partridge pass PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY plants Plough Monday poet quadrupeds queen rain Robert Southey Romans rose round Saxon says Scotland season seems seen sheep Shrove Tuesday sing snow song soon species spring stars stream summer swallow sweet thee thou thrush torpid trees vegetable weather whole wild WILLIAM HOWITT wind wings winter woods yellow young
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 147 - Thrice welcome, darling of the spring; Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing; A voice, a mystery...
الصفحة 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!
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.