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... plants , which she had plucked the day before ; and these were the first flowers she had ever neglected , and allowed to wither : her herbier was lying open before her ; she took it up , and turned over the leaves , and many were the ...
... plants , which she had plucked the day before ; and these were the first flowers she had ever neglected , and allowed to wither : her herbier was lying open before her ; she took it up , and turned over the leaves , and many were the ...
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... plants within . After having amused themselves by watering the flowers in their own little garden , Emma ( who was just seven years old ) , accompanied by her elder sister , Caroline , proceeded to the lawn with the intention of playing ...
... plants within . After having amused themselves by watering the flowers in their own little garden , Emma ( who was just seven years old ) , accompanied by her elder sister , Caroline , proceeded to the lawn with the intention of playing ...
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... plant them , as he supposed . I remember well , that he pulled up one of the newly- sprung plants , and shewed us the pea still attached to the root of it ; which gave us a clear idea of the wonderful conversion of a seed into a plant ...
... plant them , as he supposed . I remember well , that he pulled up one of the newly- sprung plants , and shewed us the pea still attached to the root of it ; which gave us a clear idea of the wonderful conversion of a seed into a plant ...
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... plants , with long leaves , of a delicate green ; and lovely blue flowers , hanging on a slender stalk , shaking to the slightest breeze . We were still more pleased , when my father informed us that this beautiful plant , under the ...
... plants , with long leaves , of a delicate green ; and lovely blue flowers , hanging on a slender stalk , shaking to the slightest breeze . We were still more pleased , when my father informed us that this beautiful plant , under the ...
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... plants are biennial ; which means , that they do not reach perfection till the second year , when they produce their flowers , and fruit , or seeds . Annuals , on the contrary , reach perfection in one season ; and after producing a ...
... plants are biennial ; which means , that they do not reach perfection till the second year , when they produce their flowers , and fruit , or seeds . Annuals , on the contrary , reach perfection in one season ; and after producing a ...
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Página 52 - Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by: With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, — Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue; Thinking only of her crested head— poor foolish thing! At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast. He...
Página 51 - Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing ; Your robes are green and purple — there's a crest upon your head ; Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead...
Página 53 - At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast. He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den Within his little parlor — but she ne'er came out again! And now, dear little children, who may this story read, To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed; Unto an evil counsellor close heart, and ear, and eye, And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.
Página 51 - Sweet creature," said the spider, "You're witty and you're wise; How handsome are your gauzy wings, How brilliant are your eyes. I have a little looking-glass Upon my parlor shelf; If you'll step in one moment, dear, You shall behold yourself." "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "For what you're pleased to say, And bidding you good morning, now, I'll call another day.
Página 50 - I do To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you? I have, within my pantry, Good store of all that's nice; I'm sure you're very welcome — Will you please to take a slice?" "O no, no," said the little fly, "Kind sir, that cannot be; I've heard what's in your pantry, And I do not wish to see.
Página 162 - I am lodged in a house that affords me conveniences and comforts which even a king could not command some centuries ago. There are ships crossing the seas in every direction, to bring what is useful to me from all parts of the earth.
Página 51 - said the Spider, ' you're witty and you're wise ; How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes ! I have a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf, If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.' ' I thank you, gentle sir,' she said, ' for what you're pleased to say, And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day.
Página 29 - And has he left his birds and flowers; And must I call in vain? And through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again? " And by the brook and in the glade Are all our wanderings o'er? Oh ! while my brother with me play'd, Would I had loved him more !
Página 49 - Oh, no, no," said the little fly, " to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair, can ne'er come down again.