Pictorial Calendar of the Seasons, ...Mary Botham Howitt H. G. Bohn, 1854 - 567 pagini |
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
Pagina 60
... voice of the future to the Scandinavian nations , the harbinger of evil and of death , the bird of night and of witchcraft , the grim watcher by the gibbet , where swing the bones of the murderer , that amid the pauses of the night wind ...
... voice of the future to the Scandinavian nations , the harbinger of evil and of death , the bird of night and of witchcraft , the grim watcher by the gibbet , where swing the bones of the murderer , that amid the pauses of the night wind ...
Pagina 84
... voice and clamour is so great , that persons can scarcely hear one another speak . If from the summit of the precipice you look down on the subjacent ocean , you see it on every side covered with infinite numbers of birds of different ...
... voice and clamour is so great , that persons can scarcely hear one another speak . If from the summit of the precipice you look down on the subjacent ocean , you see it on every side covered with infinite numbers of birds of different ...
Pagina 99
... Voice thin , and aspect sage ; What careth she for him ? What part hath youth with age ? She lifteth up her cup , She gazeth on the sky ; Content , so looking up , Whether to live or die ; Content , in wind and cold To stand , in shine ...
... Voice thin , and aspect sage ; What careth she for him ? What part hath youth with age ? She lifteth up her cup , She gazeth on the sky ; Content , so looking up , Whether to live or die ; Content , in wind and cold To stand , in shine ...
Pagina 120
... voice is drowned in the multitude of performers : on which account the poets have always made the song of the nightingale a nocturnal serenade . Sweet bird that shunn'st the noise of folly , Most musical , most melancholy ! Thee ...
... voice is drowned in the multitude of performers : on which account the poets have always made the song of the nightingale a nocturnal serenade . Sweet bird that shunn'st the noise of folly , Most musical , most melancholy ! Thee ...
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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.