Kidd's Own Journal, Volumul 5William Spooner, 1854 |
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Pagina vii
... Bird , by W. Kidd , 280 ; Elements of Health , by Dr. E. J. Tilt , 158 ; Evenings in my Tent , by Rev. N. Davis , 221 ; Familiar History of Birds , by Dr. Stanley , 276 ; Ferguson's Poultry Book , 87 , 223 ; Flowers from the Gar- den of ...
... Bird , by W. Kidd , 280 ; Elements of Health , by Dr. E. J. Tilt , 158 ; Evenings in my Tent , by Rev. N. Davis , 221 ; Familiar History of Birds , by Dr. Stanley , 276 ; Ferguson's Poultry Book , 87 , 223 ; Flowers from the Gar- den of ...
Pagina 18
... birds by the river Remind me all too well- That stilled , and stilled for ever , Is the voice of Isabel ! J. C. TO AN ABSENT FRIEND . BY HELEN HETHERINGTON . YES ; thou art ever near me ! When the Spring , Dress'd in a robe of joyous ...
... birds by the river Remind me all too well- That stilled , and stilled for ever , Is the voice of Isabel ! J. C. TO AN ABSENT FRIEND . BY HELEN HETHERINGTON . YES ; thou art ever near me ! When the Spring , Dress'd in a robe of joyous ...
Pagina 19
... bird . It has shaken the snow of Winter from its flowing hair , and melted the hoary frost- work with its warm breath ; and there is a look of love in its clear blue eye , while watching the birds pair on St. Valentine's Day . Sometimes ...
... bird . It has shaken the snow of Winter from its flowing hair , and melted the hoary frost- work with its warm breath ; and there is a look of love in its clear blue eye , while watching the birds pair on St. Valentine's Day . Sometimes ...
Pagina 21
... birds , who abound always here . The poor birds , how tame they are , how sadly tame ! There is the beautiful and rare crested wren , that shadow of a bird , as White of Selborne calls it , perched in the middle of the hedge , nestling ...
... birds , who abound always here . The poor birds , how tame they are , how sadly tame ! There is the beautiful and rare crested wren , that shadow of a bird , as White of Selborne calls it , perched in the middle of the hedge , nestling ...
Pagina 22
... birds , 19 It was a very cold day in January . Jack Frost had been out all day on a frolic , and was still busily at work . He had drawn all sorts of pic- tures on the window panes , such as beautiful trees and flowers , and great ...
... birds , 19 It was a very cold day in January . Jack Frost had been out all day on a frolic , and was still busily at work . He had drawn all sorts of pic- tures on the window panes , such as beautiful trees and flowers , and great ...
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Pagina 164 - 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.
Pagina 109 - 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.
Pagina 63 - WERTHER had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter ; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And for all the wealth of Indies, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, And his passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out, And no more was by it troubled. Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter, Like a well-conducted person, Went on...
Pagina 25 - Out of whose womb came the ice? and the hoary frost of heaven, who hath gendered it? The waters are hid as with a stone, and the face of the deep is frozen.
Pagina 130 - There is something in sickness that breaks down the pride of manhood ; that softens the heart, and brings it back to the feelings of infancy. Who that has languished even in advanced life in sickness and despondency, who that has pined on a weary bed in the neglect and loneliness of a foreign land, but has thought on the mother " that looked on his childhood...
Pagina 226 - All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods And mountains, and of all that we behold From this green earth : of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create And what perceive...
Pagina 140 - WHAT is that, Mother ? The lark, my child! The morn has but just looked out, and smiled ; When he starts, from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away, with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out, in his Maker's ear: Ever my child, be thy morn's first lays, Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, Mother?
Pagina 253 - ... whom continual washing cannot cleanse. It is the very same black mud out of which the yellow lily sucks its obscene life and noisome odor. Thus we see, too, in the world that some persons assimilate only what is ugly and evil from the same moral circumstances which supply good and beautiful results — the fragrance of celestial flowers — to the daily life of others.
Pagina 238 - I how great she be ? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair: If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve : If she slight me when I woo, I can scorn and let her go ; For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be ? George Wither.
Pagina 27 - The beauties of the wilderness are his, That make so gay the solitary place Where no eye sees them. And the fairer forms That cultivation glories in, are his. He sets the bright procession on its way, And marshals all the order of the year. He marks the bounds which winter may not pass, And blunts his pointed fury. In its case Russet and rude, folds up the tender germ Uninjured, with inimitable art, And ere one flowery season fades and dies Designs the blooming wonders of the next.