Scenes and Tales of Country Life: With Recollections of Natural HistoryJohn Murray, 1844 - 399 oldal |
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vii. oldal
... Grounds . Fox . Hastings . Pitt . Mar- quess Wellesley . St. John . Horace Walpole . Shenstone . Beauty of our Turf . Economy of Nature . 262 Fly - Catcher of Australia . The Sloth . The Stork . The Quail . The Woodcock . Migration of ...
... Grounds . Fox . Hastings . Pitt . Mar- quess Wellesley . St. John . Horace Walpole . Shenstone . Beauty of our Turf . Economy of Nature . 262 Fly - Catcher of Australia . The Sloth . The Stork . The Quail . The Woodcock . Migration of ...
12. oldal
... ground , under a heron's nest , we found a pellet of hair about as big as an hen's egg , and having exactly the microscopical characters and general appearance of the water - rat ( arvicola amphibia ) . After searching repeatedly under ...
... ground , under a heron's nest , we found a pellet of hair about as big as an hen's egg , and having exactly the microscopical characters and general appearance of the water - rat ( arvicola amphibia ) . After searching repeatedly under ...
21. oldal
... ground , as if mindful that the undermining of the bank by the action of the water would cause their destruction . It is amongst these roots that sheep delight to bask . Sometimes , also , I see them under the dry bank of the stream ...
... ground , as if mindful that the undermining of the bank by the action of the water would cause their destruction . It is amongst these roots that sheep delight to bask . Sometimes , also , I see them under the dry bank of the stream ...
23. oldal
... ground is covered with the softest moss . Here At ease reclined in rustic state , the squirrel's " airy bounds " may be seen , and the screaming jay may be heard . Here , also , Midst gloomy shades , in warbles clear , Wild nature's ...
... ground is covered with the softest moss . Here At ease reclined in rustic state , the squirrel's " airy bounds " may be seen , and the screaming jay may be heard . Here , also , Midst gloomy shades , in warbles clear , Wild nature's ...
24. oldal
... ground , when it will sit on its hind legs , look around , and then wash its face with its fore - paws . All its actions are graceful . On being disturbed , it hurries up a neighbouring tree , gets on the side opposite to the beholder ...
... ground , when it will sit on its hind legs , look around , and then wash its face with its fore - paws . All its actions are graceful . On being disturbed , it hurries up a neighbouring tree , gets on the side opposite to the beholder ...
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Scenes and Tales of Country Life: With Recollections of Natural History Edward Jesse Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2018 |
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48. oldal - There is an old tale goes, that Herne the hunter, Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest, Doth all the winter time, at still midnight, Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns ; And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle, And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a chain In a most hideous and dreadful manner...
288. oldal - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
172. oldal - Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings, that fear their subjects
88. oldal - THERE are no colours in the fairest sky So fair as these. The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an Angel's wing.
100. oldal - For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell, Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
19. oldal - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
240. oldal - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
238. oldal - O NIGHTINGALE that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill, While the jolly hours lead on propitious May.
247. oldal - 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...
243. oldal - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my State with kings.