Scenes and Tales of Country Life: With Recollections of Natural HistoryJohn Murray, 1844 - 399 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 37 találatból.
i. oldal
... silent contemplation of the works of the great Creator , as exemplified in the inimitable painting of the flowers , and in the many beautiful objects which lay before him . M372552 The Vizir , observing the King's humour , failed not.
... silent contemplation of the works of the great Creator , as exemplified in the inimitable painting of the flowers , and in the many beautiful objects which lay before him . M372552 The Vizir , observing the King's humour , failed not.
ii. oldal
... object , in the present work , to endeavour to draw some bene- ficial lessons from the stores of nature . As old age creeps on , and the scene of this life is closing upon me , I feel an ardent and , I trust , a laudable desire to prove ...
... object , in the present work , to endeavour to draw some bene- ficial lessons from the stores of nature . As old age creeps on , and the scene of this life is closing upon me , I feel an ardent and , I trust , a laudable desire to prove ...
4. oldal
... objects around them , and think little of them , forgetting that nothing is so mean , nothing is so apparently tri- fling , but that the wonderful order , and wise dis- position of the Creator is perceptible in it . Indeed the ...
... objects around them , and think little of them , forgetting that nothing is so mean , nothing is so apparently tri- fling , but that the wonderful order , and wise dis- position of the Creator is perceptible in it . Indeed the ...
8. oldal
... objects which are generally far re- moved from the haunts of men . We learn to cherish those gentle thoughts , which endear many a woodland walk , and afford delightful associa- tions as we stroll through a sequestered nook , a bushy ...
... objects which are generally far re- moved from the haunts of men . We learn to cherish those gentle thoughts , which endear many a woodland walk , and afford delightful associa- tions as we stroll through a sequestered nook , a bushy ...
21. oldal
... prospect around us , and offer up our tribute of gratitude and love to Him , who has spread be- fore us so many objects for our gratification and delight . Thy forests , Windsor , and thy green retreats , WILLOWS . 21.
... prospect around us , and offer up our tribute of gratitude and love to Him , who has spread be- fore us so many objects for our gratification and delight . Thy forests , Windsor , and thy green retreats , WILLOWS . 21.
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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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Népszerű szakaszok
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.