Beauties of the Country: Or, Descriptions of Rural Customs, Objects, Scenery, and the Seasons |
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... kind of circle , vibrate when anything passes , and give sufficient warning for it to escape by some of its safety - runs . Shak- speare says , " Tread softly , that the blind mole may not Hear a foot fall ; we now are near his cell ...
... kind of circle , vibrate when anything passes , and give sufficient warning for it to escape by some of its safety - runs . Shak- speare says , " Tread softly , that the blind mole may not Hear a foot fall ; we now are near his cell ...
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... kind might almost be doubted . The Orleans and green - gage plums next form a treat , and draw their at- tention from what remains of the cherry . The idea that has been occasionally entertained , that this bird selects only such buds ...
... kind might almost be doubted . The Orleans and green - gage plums next form a treat , and draw their at- tention from what remains of the cherry . The idea that has been occasionally entertained , that this bird selects only such buds ...
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... kind of intermediate bill , between the hard and the soft . One species alone spends its whole time in the woods and fields , never retreating for succour in the severest seasons to houses and neighbourhoods- and that is the delicate ...
... kind of intermediate bill , between the hard and the soft . One species alone spends its whole time in the woods and fields , never retreating for succour in the severest seasons to houses and neighbourhoods- and that is the delicate ...
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... in our temperate climate from the rigour of the northern winter , now begin to leave us and return to the countries where they were bred . The redwing , thrush , fieldfare , and woodcock are of this kind 78 BEAUTIES OF THE COUNTRY .
... in our temperate climate from the rigour of the northern winter , now begin to leave us and return to the countries where they were bred . The redwing , thrush , fieldfare , and woodcock are of this kind 78 BEAUTIES OF THE COUNTRY .
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... kind ; and they return to spend their summer in Norway , Sweden , and other parts of the north . It may be considered a rule almost with- out exception in this country , that all our winter visitors come from the north , and all our ...
... kind ; and they return to spend their summer in Norway , Sweden , and other parts of the north . It may be considered a rule almost with- out exception in this country , that all our winter visitors come from the north , and all our ...
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Page 175 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Page 13 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Page 263 - 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.
Page 165 - With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Page 174 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness...
Page 152 - To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green, And, sweet as Flora...
Page 283 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar Comes down upon the waters, all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse ; And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Page 283 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Page 258 - Immortal amarant, a flower which once In Paradise, fast by the tree of life, Began to bloom ; but soon for man's offence To heaven removed where first it grew, there grows, And flowers aloft shading the fount of life, And where the river of bliss through midst of heaven Rolls o'er Elysian flowers her amber stream...
Page 283 - This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring . Sounds sweet as if a Sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved. It is the hush of night...