Sketches of Natural HistoryJ. Munroe, 1842 - 198 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 Coot creature cunning dark dear deep Desert doth Dragon-fly dwelling Eagle earth eyes flowers forest garden glad glorious gone Gray Squirrels green grew grow groweth hadst hast hath heard heart Humming-bird Hydra Kingfisher land leaves Lion little Dormouse little Fly lives lonely Look Mastodon meadows merrily merry mighty mong Monkey moss mossy Mount Lebanon mountains Nautilus ne'er Nettle Nettle-king never o'er Ostrich pleasant Pr'ythee prey punchinello purple rocks round sail sand shine Simoom sing sits sleep snug Sparrow Spider Spring story stream strong and grim 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 152 - 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...
Página 152 - 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 151 - 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 72 - ... bits and scraps, so very small That they have scarcely size at all; And out of these, you must contrive A dwelling large enough for five ; Neat, warm, and snug; with comfort stored; Where five small things may lodge and board.
Página 172 - 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 151 - 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 43 - I love it, for it loves the Broom — The green and yellow linnet. Well call the rose the queen of flowers, And boast of that of Sharon, Of lilies like to marble cups, And the golden rod of Aaron: I care not how these flowers may be Beloved of man and woman; The Broom it is the flower for me, That groweth on the common. Oh the Broom, the yellow Broom, The ancient poet sung it, And dear it is on summer days To lie at rest among it.
Página 161 - Campanero tolls his song, And rocks the mighty tree. 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. Thou happy, happy Humming-bird, No winter round thee lowers; Thou never saw'st a leafless tree, Nor land without sweet flowers : A reign of summer joyfulnesa To thee for life is given ; Thy food the honey from the flower, Thy drink, the dew from heaven...
Página 146 - ... 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 ; And he ate it heartily. 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 ! I saw that God regardeth them, Those creatures weak and small : Their table in the wild is spread By Him who cares for all ! —MARY HOWITT.
Página 140 - Fox are at desperate strife, And the creature runs, and runs for his life: And following close is the snuffing hound, And hills and hollows they compass round ; Till at length he is seized, a caitiff...