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... beautiful words recur always to my mind : " Aloft in heaven , themselves in night invisible , the gabble of a cloud of wild geese is sublime . Whence comes it , whither goes it , for what , or by what power impelled ? Reason sees not ...
... beautiful words recur always to my mind : " Aloft in heaven , themselves in night invisible , the gabble of a cloud of wild geese is sublime . Whence comes it , whither goes it , for what , or by what power impelled ? Reason sees not ...
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... beautiful little birds , which are familiar to us all , if only through the beautiful collections at South Kensington , the Dyke Museum at Brighton , and Mr Hart's Museum at Christchurch . black tern used to come regularly to England ...
... beautiful little birds , which are familiar to us all , if only through the beautiful collections at South Kensington , the Dyke Museum at Brighton , and Mr Hart's Museum at Christchurch . black tern used to come regularly to England ...
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... beautiful skins with their pearly white and satiny sheen are not becoming to any but very youthful faces . I am glad to remember this , for it is not on children's hats and coats that feathers are so much lavished . Among the so ...
... beautiful skins with their pearly white and satiny sheen are not becoming to any but very youthful faces . I am glad to remember this , for it is not on children's hats and coats that feathers are so much lavished . Among the so ...
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... beautiful , his breast shines like satin . If he appears but a sorry bird by daylight , he has an active , alert air at night ; and if you win his confidence , petting him and training him , he will amuse you with no end of strange ...
... beautiful , his breast shines like satin . If he appears but a sorry bird by daylight , he has an active , alert air at night ; and if you win his confidence , petting him and training him , he will amuse you with no end of strange ...
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... beautiful notes . He is fond of frequenting old garden walls , especially such as are built of stones . In the lower part of these , in crevices and cracks , snails and other small deer take shelter during the cold winter months , a ...
... beautiful notes . He is fond of frequenting old garden walls , especially such as are built of stones . In the lower part of these , in crevices and cracks , snails and other small deer take shelter during the cold winter months , a ...
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April autumn beautiful beech berries blackcap blossoms blue boughs bracts branches breed bright brown buds bush butterflies called carpels catkins chaffinch close clusters coast colour common creatures crimson dark districts dog's-mercury dotterel eggs favourite feed fleshy flocks flowers foliage frost fruit fungus garden gather glossy golden grass green grey growing hang heath hedge hedgerow Howard Saunders insects Lancashire larvæ leaf leaves lesser celandine lichens light little grebe male marsh meadow month moorland moss nest numbers pair pale patch perhaps petals pink plant plumage pollen prey purple red grouse round says Scotland season seeds seen sepals shoots shores side slender song sparrow species spots spread spring stalk stamens stems stoat stream summer surface swallows thrush tint tree twigs twites umbels weather whilst wild wind wings winter wood woodland yellow yonder young birds
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Страница 120 - 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.
Страница 147 - Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote, And bathed every veyne in swich licour. Of which vertu engendred is the flour...
Страница 121 - 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. 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...
Страница 263 - And the fear of you and the dread of you shall be upon every beast of the earth, and upon every fowl of the air, upon all that moveth upon the earth, and upon all the fishes of the sea ; into your hand are they delivered.
Страница 150 - OH, TO BE in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England - now...
Страница 387 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
Страница 107 - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength...
Страница 230 - And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might. An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Страница 71 - Has a thought about her nest, Thou wilt come with half a call, Spreading out thy glossy breast Like a careless Prodigal; Telling tales about the sun, When we've little warmth, or none.
Страница 236 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it Love-in-idleness.