Pictorial Calendar of the Seasons, ...Mary Botham Howitt H. G. Bohn, 1854 - 567 páginas |
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... and in the neighbourhood of Salisbury , we are told , the boys went about from door to door , singing thus : Shrove - tide is nigh at hand , And I am come a shroving ; Pray , dame , something , An apple , or a dumpling , Or a piece.
... and in the neighbourhood of Salisbury , we are told , the boys went about from door to door , singing thus : Shrove - tide is nigh at hand , And I am come a shroving ; Pray , dame , something , An apple , or a dumpling , Or a piece.
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... March , Each minute sweeter than before , The redbreast sing from the tall larch That stands beside our door . There is a blessing in the air Which seems a Aikin's Calendar First Day of March -Wordsworth An Early Spring.
... March , Each minute sweeter than before , The redbreast sing from the tall larch That stands beside our door . There is a blessing in the air Which seems a Aikin's Calendar First Day of March -Wordsworth An Early Spring.
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... exquisitely drest , Before the Daisy's eye Displays his velvet vest : In vain is he arrayed In all that gaudy show ; What business hath a maid With such a foppish beau ? THE DAISY . The vagrant Bee but sings For what 98 MARCH .
... exquisitely drest , Before the Daisy's eye Displays his velvet vest : In vain is he arrayed In all that gaudy show ; What business hath a maid With such a foppish beau ? THE DAISY . The vagrant Bee but sings For what 98 MARCH .
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Mary Botham Howitt. THE DAISY . The vagrant Bee but sings For what he gets thereby ; Nor comes , except he brings His pocket on his thigh ; Then let him start aside And woo some wealthier flower ; The Daisy's not his bride , She hath no ...
Mary Botham Howitt. THE DAISY . The vagrant Bee but sings For what he gets thereby ; Nor comes , except he brings His pocket on his thigh ; Then let him start aside And woo some wealthier flower ; The Daisy's not his bride , She hath no ...
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... sing . BESSIE PARKES . Here still are old Herrick's PRIMROSES FILLED WITH MORNING DEW . Why doe ye weep , sweet babes ? Can tears Speak griefe in you , Who were but borne Just as the modest morne Teem'd her refreshing dew ? Alas you ...
... sing . BESSIE PARKES . Here still are old Herrick's PRIMROSES FILLED WITH MORNING DEW . Why doe ye weep , sweet babes ? Can tears Speak griefe in you , Who were but borne Just as the modest morne Teem'd her refreshing dew ? Alas you ...
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Términos y frases comunes
amongst animal aphides appear autumn beautiful bees begin birds blossoms boughs branches bright called Candlemas Christmas church clouds cockchafer cold colour corn cuckoo custom dark delight died Druids earth eggs festival field fieldfare fire flowers forest frost garden geese grass green Hallow-eve hath head heart heaven hedge insects labour larvæ leaf leaves light look MARY HOWITT meadows merry Michaelmas migration misletoe month morning nature nest never night nightingale o'er observed partridge pass PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY plants Plough Monday poet quadrupeds queen rain Robert Southey Romans rose round Saxon says Scotland season seems seen sheep Shrove Tuesday sing snow song soon species spring stars stream summer swallow sweet thee thou thrush torpid trees vegetable weather whole wild WILLIAM HOWITT wind wings winter woods yellow young
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Página 452 - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean, Angels of rain and lightning ! there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm.
Página 210 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Página 209 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower.
Página 215 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Página 147 - Thrice welcome, darling of the spring; Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing; A voice, a mystery...
Página 453 - So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves: Oh, hear!
Página 105 - ... Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee : A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company : I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought : For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude ; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with...
Página 105 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Página 64 - Go, from the creatures thy instructions take; learn from the birds what food the thickets yield; learn from the beasts the physic of the field; thy arts of building from the bee receive ; learn of the mole to plough, the worm to weave ; learn of the little nautilus to sail, spread the thin oar and catch the driving gale.
Página 47 - Of fruits and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.