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... Earth ; and that , therefore , the best Mode in which a young Mind can begin to examine any Astronomical Fact , is that of always contemplating it with respect to some particular Time of Year . The few popular Observations on Astronomy ...
... Earth ; and that , therefore , the best Mode in which a young Mind can begin to examine any Astronomical Fact , is that of always contemplating it with respect to some particular Time of Year . The few popular Observations on Astronomy ...
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... earth , and hard reflects A double noise ; while at his evening watch , The village Dog deters the nightly Thief ; The Heifer lows ; the distant Waterfall Swells in the Breeze ; and with the hasty trot Of travelling Horse the hollow ...
... earth , and hard reflects A double noise ; while at his evening watch , The village Dog deters the nightly Thief ; The Heifer lows ; the distant Waterfall Swells in the Breeze ; and with the hasty trot Of travelling Horse the hollow ...
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... c . The Sun. D The Moon . The Earth . Mars . § Mercury . ? Venus . Jupiter . NEW DISCOVERED PLANETS SINCE 1780 . H Uranus . h Saturn . ? Ceres . Pallas . * Juno . Vesta . THE CHARACTERS OF THE ASPECTS . The Moon's , or JANUARY . 5.
... c . The Sun. D The Moon . The Earth . Mars . § Mercury . ? Venus . Jupiter . NEW DISCOVERED PLANETS SINCE 1780 . H Uranus . h Saturn . ? Ceres . Pallas . * Juno . Vesta . THE CHARACTERS OF THE ASPECTS . The Moon's , or JANUARY . 5.
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... Earth's universal face , deep hid , and chill , Is one wild dazzling Waste , that buries wide The Works of Man . At this dreary season of the year there is little or no amusement for the Botanist . But though Flora does not make her ...
... Earth's universal face , deep hid , and chill , Is one wild dazzling Waste , that buries wide The Works of Man . At this dreary season of the year there is little or no amusement for the Botanist . But though Flora does not make her ...
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... Earth worms lie out on the ground , and the Snail appears . C Mr. Gisborne , in his Walks in a Forest , ' draws a lively picture of cattle going to their accustomed pools to drink , when completely frozen over , and of their awkward ...
... Earth worms lie out on the ground , and the Snail appears . C Mr. Gisborne , in his Walks in a Forest , ' draws a lively picture of cattle going to their accustomed pools to drink , when completely frozen over , and of their awkward ...
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