Sketches of Natural HistoryE. Wilson, 1834 - 167 páginas |
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ancient Art thou Baron beneath Bird of Paradise blue Bluebottle boughs breeze bright broad green Broom budding bulrush caitiff Camel Cedar tree churl Cocoa creature cunning dark dear deep Desert doth Dragon-fly dwelling Eagle earth eyes flowers forest garden glad glorious gone green grew Grey Squirrels grim grow groweth hadst hast hath heard heart Humming-bird Hydra Kingfisher land LANDELLS leaves little Dormouse little Fly lives lonely Look Mastodon meadows merrily merry mighty mong moss mossy Mount Lebanon mountains Nautilus ne'er nest Nettle Nettle-king never o'er Ostrich pleasant Pr'ythee prey punchinello purple rocks round sail sand shew shine Simoom sing sits sleep snug Spider Spinner spring story stream strong summer Swallow sweet tall tell thee thing thou art thou dost Thou wast thousand twitter warm waters waves Web Spinner wild wings winter wondrous wood Wood-Mouse
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Página 127 - 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 dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den Within his little parlor— but she ne'er came out again!
Página 125 - 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?" "Oh 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 126 - 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 123 - Will you walk into my parlour ? " said the Spider to the Fly. " Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy; The way into my parlour is up a winding stair, And I have many curious things to show when you are there."
Página 124 - I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high; Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the Spider to the Fly. "There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin, And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!
Página 148 - And the milky beech-nut is his bread and his wine. In the joy of his nature he frisks with a bound To the topmost twigs, and then down to the ground; Then up again, like a winged thing, And from tree to tree with a vaulting spring ; Then he sits up aloft, and looks waggish and queer, As if he would say :
Página 28 - I know the realms where people say The flowers have not their fellow; I know where they shine out like suns, The crimson and the yellow. I know where ladies live enchained In luxury's silken fetters, And flowers as bright as glittering gems Are used for written letters. But ne'er was flower so fair as this, In modern days or olden ; It groweth on its nodding stem Like to a garland golden. And all about my mother's door Shine out its glittering bushes, And down the glen, where clear as light The mountain-water...
Página 120 - the little Wood-mouse, That pretty little thing, That sits ' among the forest leaves | Beside the forest spring ? Its fur is red ' as the red chestnut, And it is small and slim ; It leads a life most innocent | Within the forest dim. 'Tis a timid, gentle creature, And seldom comes in sight; It has a long and wiry tail, And eyes both black and bright. It makes its...
Página 135 - All crimson is her shining breast, Like to the red, red rose ; Her wing is the changeful green and blue That the neck of the peacock shows.
Página 121 - I saw a little Wood-Mouse once, Like Oberon in his hall, With the green, green moss beneath his feet. Sit under a mushroom tall. I saw him sit and his dinner eat, All under the forest tree; His dinner of chestnut ripe and red, I wish you could have seen him there; It did my spirit good, To see the small thing God had made Thus eating in the wood.