Pictorial Calendar of the Seasons, ...Mary Botham Howitt H. G. Bohn, 1854 - 567 pagini |
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Pagina 29
... this little spring by the hill side , -water which even his long bill and slender head can hardly reach , so nearly do the fantastic forms of those garland - like icy margins meet over the tiny stream beneath . It is rarely that.
... this little spring by the hill side , -water which even his long bill and slender head can hardly reach , so nearly do the fantastic forms of those garland - like icy margins meet over the tiny stream beneath . It is rarely that.
Pagina 30
Mary Botham Howitt. over the tiny stream beneath . It is rarely that one sees the shy beauty so close or so long ; and it is pleasant to see him in the grace and beauty of his natural liberty , the only way to look at a bird . We used ...
Mary Botham Howitt. over the tiny stream beneath . It is rarely that one sees the shy beauty so close or so long ; and it is pleasant to see him in the grace and beauty of his natural liberty , the only way to look at a bird . We used ...
Pagina 52
... stream , which rushes violently into the rivers ; the pavement of ice with which they are covered , now breaks up in every direction with the noise of thunder , and the floating masses dashed against barges and bridges , force down ...
... stream , which rushes violently into the rivers ; the pavement of ice with which they are covered , now breaks up in every direction with the noise of thunder , and the floating masses dashed against barges and bridges , force down ...
Pagina 103
... stream doth brawl , And earliest here the welcome cuckoo's call ; In the far - distant white - sailed vessels ride . Or tiny fleets of fishers deck the tide . My picture is too faint , but it may bring Some image to you of the scenes I ...
... stream doth brawl , And earliest here the welcome cuckoo's call ; In the far - distant white - sailed vessels ride . Or tiny fleets of fishers deck the tide . My picture is too faint , but it may bring Some image to you of the scenes I ...
Pagina 124
... stream , I remarked a singular appearance on a large tuft of flags . It looked like bunches of flowers , the leaves of which seemed dark , yet transparent , intermingled with brilliant tubes of bright blue or shining green . On examin ...
... stream , I remarked a singular appearance on a large tuft of flags . It looked like bunches of flowers , the leaves of which seemed dark , yet transparent , intermingled with brilliant tubes of bright blue or shining green . On examin ...
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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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Pagina 216 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 209 - 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.
Pagina 147 - Thrice welcome, darling of the spring; Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing; A voice, a mystery...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 210 - 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.
Pagina 548 - 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.
Pagina 90 - 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.