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... says of the lesser tern , " Long may it be ere these exquisite little birds cease to frequent our coasts during the summer months ! And yet , when considering their extended range in former days , and the contracted area within which ...
... says of the lesser tern , " Long may it be ere these exquisite little birds cease to frequent our coasts during the summer months ! And yet , when considering their extended range in former days , and the contracted area within which ...
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... says , have tried to render the flesh of the starling less bitter by shutting them up and confining them exclusively to a vegetable diet . These have succeeded only in making a proverbially thin bird still thinner . Others declare ...
... says , have tried to render the flesh of the starling less bitter by shutting them up and confining them exclusively to a vegetable diet . These have succeeded only in making a proverbially thin bird still thinner . Others declare ...
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... says , were probably young ones of the previous spring . Flocks of siskins are to be seen in some localities amongst the alders ; and in the midlands generally goldfinches are more numerous during the winter than during the summer . In ...
... says , were probably young ones of the previous spring . Flocks of siskins are to be seen in some localities amongst the alders ; and in the midlands generally goldfinches are more numerous during the winter than during the summer . In ...
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... says : " We were hunting for nests in Sandown Park , when , with its head protruding from a hole in the dead lateral bough of an elm , we saw a starling ; we tried to start it , but without avail . Addison Yates climbed the tree , and ...
... says : " We were hunting for nests in Sandown Park , when , with its head protruding from a hole in the dead lateral bough of an elm , we saw a starling ; we tried to start it , but without avail . Addison Yates climbed the tree , and ...
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... says : " Whether or no the mistletoe thrush really feeds , as some represent , on the berries of that vegetable parasite , I am not able to say , never having seen him at it . Close at hand , hanging right over the river , are fine ...
... says : " Whether or no the mistletoe thrush really feeds , as some represent , on the berries of that vegetable parasite , I am not able to say , never having seen him at it . Close at hand , hanging right over the river , are fine ...
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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.