Scenes and Tales of Country Life: With Recollections of Natural HistoryJohn Murray, 1844 - 399 Seiten |
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... notes the Cuckoo was heard in every direction - the green Woodpecker uttered its wild cry , and the Herons were making their silent gyrations over our heads , as we rode under the trees on which their nests were forming . We there ...
... notes the Cuckoo was heard in every direction - the green Woodpecker uttered its wild cry , and the Herons were making their silent gyrations over our heads , as we rode under the trees on which their nests were forming . We there ...
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... notes we hear . A black - bird with its orange bill , fearless of danger , approaches the spot , and then retreats uttering its note of alarm . The green wood- pecker may be heard tapping the loose bark of some Beech, variations of its ...
... notes we hear . A black - bird with its orange bill , fearless of danger , approaches the spot , and then retreats uttering its note of alarm . The green wood- pecker may be heard tapping the loose bark of some Beech, variations of its ...
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... note is responded to by that of another , sometimes in rapid succession , till the sounds approach near and more near , and then sudden silence ensues . It is pleasing to hear these unvarying notes . They are listened to with de- light ...
... note is responded to by that of another , sometimes in rapid succession , till the sounds approach near and more near , and then sudden silence ensues . It is pleasing to hear these unvarying notes . They are listened to with de- light ...
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... notes which are so peculiar in the black - bird . This circumstance in- duced the boy to place the young birds in a cage , and he hung it outside of the house , which was close to the town of Windsor . Here they were fed regularly by ...
... notes which are so peculiar in the black - bird . This circumstance in- duced the boy to place the young birds in a cage , and he hung it outside of the house , which was close to the town of Windsor . Here they were fed regularly by ...
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... note , Might be supposed a crow ; A great frequenter of the church , Where bishop - like he finds a perch And dormitory too . Thrice happy bird ! I too have seen Much of the vanities of men , And , sick of having seen them , Would ...
... note , Might be supposed a crow ; A great frequenter of the church , Where bishop - like he finds a perch And dormitory too . Thrice happy bird ! I too have seen Much of the vanities of men , And , sick of having seen them , Would ...
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Seite 48 - 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...
Seite 288 - 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.
Seite 172 - 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
Seite 88 - 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.
Seite 100 - 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.
Seite 19 - 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...
Seite 240 - 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.
Seite 238 - 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.
Seite 247 - 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...
Seite 243 - 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.