Kidd's Own Journal, 5. kötetWilliam Spooner, 1854 |
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v. oldal
... Snow Balls , 50 ; Sympathy and its Delights , 321 ; Tongue , The Human , 72 ; " The Man for me ! " 305 ; Thoughts on the Ivy , 67 ; Truth and Falsehood , 289 Family Reform , 335 " Farewell ! " 338 , 376 Fashion , 184 , 204 , 245 Female ...
... Snow Balls , 50 ; Sympathy and its Delights , 321 ; Tongue , The Human , 72 ; " The Man for me ! " 305 ; Thoughts on the Ivy , 67 ; Truth and Falsehood , 289 Family Reform , 335 " Farewell ! " 338 , 376 Fashion , 184 , 204 , 245 Female ...
vi. oldal
... Snow Storm of January ( 1854 ) , 46 ,. Female Figure , The , A Curiosity , 244 Flies , A Curious Collection of semi - torpid , 58 Notes on the House - fly , 303 Flowers and their Delights , 56 , 118 , 186 , 370 Flowers and Flower Seeds ...
... Snow Storm of January ( 1854 ) , 46 ,. Female Figure , The , A Curiosity , 244 Flies , A Curious Collection of semi - torpid , 58 Notes on the House - fly , 303 Flowers and their Delights , 56 , 118 , 186 , 370 Flowers and Flower Seeds ...
vii. oldal
... South Wales , a Failure , 246 Selfishness and its Horrors , 376 Silkworms , 252 Skeleton Leaves of Plants , & c . , 375 Smell , Taste , Touch , 117 , 318 Snow Pancakes , 53 And it is at these times , if ever , INDEX . vii.
... South Wales , a Failure , 246 Selfishness and its Horrors , 376 Silkworms , 252 Skeleton Leaves of Plants , & c . , 375 Smell , Taste , Touch , 117 , 318 Snow Pancakes , 53 And it is at these times , if ever , INDEX . vii.
viii. oldal
Snow Storm of January ( 1854 ) , 46 , 126 Society in America , 332 Sound and its Sympathies , 368 Umbrella Bird , The , 122 Uranus , The Planet , 64 Spider - catching Fly , The , of Van Diemen's Land , Vegetable Kingdom , The , 149 249 ...
Snow Storm of January ( 1854 ) , 46 , 126 Society in America , 332 Sound and its Sympathies , 368 Umbrella Bird , The , 122 Uranus , The Planet , 64 Spider - catching Fly , The , of Van Diemen's Land , Vegetable Kingdom , The , 149 249 ...
19. oldal
... 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 through the sunny ...
... 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 through the sunny ...
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164. oldal - 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.
109. oldal - 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.
63. oldal - 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...
25. oldal - 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.
130. oldal - 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...
226. oldal - 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...
140. oldal - 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?
253. oldal - ... 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.
238. oldal - 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.
27. oldal - 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.