Sketches of natural history. [2 issues].

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Prublished for the author, by Darton & Company, 1851 - 200 páginas

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Página 130 - said the little fly, " To ask me is in vain : For who goes up your winding stair, Can ne'er come down again.
Página 131 - Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "for I've often heard it said, They never, never wake again, who sleep upon...
Página 133 - 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 31 - To lie at rest among it. 1 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...
Página 32 - 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 gushes. Take all the rest; but give me this, And the bird that nestles in it; 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...
Página 90 - Sail with a dreary sound. 1'nere may we tread on depths of ice, That the hairy mammoth hide ; Perfect as when, in times of old, The mighty creature died. And while the unsetting sun shines on Through the still heaven's deep blue, We'll traverse the azure waves, the herds Of the dread sea-horse to view.
Página 157 - 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, "Ay, follow me here...
Página 130 - For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again." "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 131 - 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 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 128 - ... 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 ; 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...

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