Pictorial Calendar of the Seasons, ...Mary Botham Howitt H. G. Bohn, 1854 - 567 ページ |
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... birds carolling over head in a sunny sky . My business was to gather a nosegay ; here I plucked a rose or a lily , there a richly - laden spray from some overhanging bough ; now I watched the insects in the grass , or a butterfly ...
... birds carolling over head in a sunny sky . My business was to gather a nosegay ; here I plucked a rose or a lily , there a richly - laden spray from some overhanging bough ; now I watched the insects in the grass , or a butterfly ...
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... Birds Voice and Song of Birds . - Bechstein Plumage of Birds . - Ditto 115 117 126 129 130 132 Migration of Birds . - Ditto 136 • Lines to a Swallow . - Richard Howitt 141 Nests of Birds 142 Cuckoo - notes from the Poets 146 The Cuckoo ...
... Birds Voice and Song of Birds . - Bechstein Plumage of Birds . - Ditto 115 117 126 129 130 132 Migration of Birds . - Ditto 136 • Lines to a Swallow . - Richard Howitt 141 Nests of Birds 142 Cuckoo - notes from the Poets 146 The Cuckoo ...
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... Birds of Passage . From the Swedish , by Mary Howitt 473 Autumnal Tints and Falling Leaves . " Chronicle of the Seasons 475 Pheasant - shooting and hare - hunting 477 Fox Hunting . - Christopher North 478 The Sleep of the Year ...
... Birds of Passage . From the Swedish , by Mary Howitt 473 Autumnal Tints and Falling Leaves . " Chronicle of the Seasons 475 Pheasant - shooting and hare - hunting 477 Fox Hunting . - Christopher North 478 The Sleep of the Year ...
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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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Mary Botham Howitt. Rustle of the reaped corn ; Sweet birds antheming the morn ; And , in the same moment - hark ... bird's wing doth rest Quiet on her mossy nest ; Then the hurry and alarm When the bee - hive casts its swarm ; Acorns ...
Mary Botham Howitt. Rustle of the reaped corn ; Sweet birds antheming the morn ; And , in the same moment - hark ... bird's wing doth rest Quiet on her mossy nest ; Then the hurry and alarm When the bee - hive casts its swarm ; Acorns ...
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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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216 ページ - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
209 ページ - 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.
209 ページ - 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.
147 ページ - Thrice welcome, darling of the spring; Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing; A voice, a mystery...
105 ページ - ... 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...
105 ページ - 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.
64 ページ - 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.
210 ページ - 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.
548 ページ - 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.
90 ページ - 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.