Pictorial Calendar of the Seasons, ...Mary Botham Howitt H. G. Bohn, 1854 - Всего страниц: 567 |
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... bough ; now I watched the insects in the grass , or a butterfly flitting along , now listened to the sweet singing of the birds , ever gathering more and more , till my nosegay exceeded all bounds , and the only difficulty has been to ...
... bough ; now I watched the insects in the grass , or a butterfly flitting along , now listened to the sweet singing of the birds , ever gathering more and more , till my nosegay exceeded all bounds , and the only difficulty has been to ...
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... bough , like Tantalus , in the midst of plenty beyond his reach , with his feathers ruffed up , casting every now and then an anxious glance over the frozen surface , beyond the power of even his strong beak to penetrate . His situation ...
... bough , like Tantalus , in the midst of plenty beyond his reach , with his feathers ruffed up , casting every now and then an anxious glance over the frozen surface , beyond the power of even his strong beak to penetrate . His situation ...
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... boughs he dressed In diamond beads - and over the breast Of the quivering lake he spread A coat of mail , that it need not fear The downward point of many a spear That he hung on its margin , far and near Where a rock could rear its ...
... boughs he dressed In diamond beads - and over the breast Of the quivering lake he spread A coat of mail , that it need not fear The downward point of many a spear That he hung on its margin , far and near Where a rock could rear its ...
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... boughs , seeking , poor pretty thing , for the warmth it will not find . And there , further on , just under the bank by the slender rivulet , which still trickles between its transparent fantastic margin of thin ice , as if it were a ...
... boughs , seeking , poor pretty thing , for the warmth it will not find . And there , further on , just under the bank by the slender rivulet , which still trickles between its transparent fantastic margin of thin ice , as if it were a ...
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... bough to bough , while the raven , who held some food in his beak , satisfied himself on this occasion with two or three swoops into the terrified crowd , and having routed the mob , he approached the tree in which his nest was placed ...
... bough to bough , while the raven , who held some food in his beak , satisfied himself on this occasion with two or three swoops into the terrified crowd , and having routed the mob , he approached the tree in which his nest was placed ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 147 - Thrice welcome, darling of the spring; Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing; A voice, a mystery...
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.