Sketches from Nature, Or, Hints to Juvenile Naturalists

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Harvey and Darton, 1830 - 216 trang
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Trang 119 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Trang 77 - Midst nature's revels, sports that never cloy. A few begin a short but vigorous race, And indolence, abashed, soon flies the place : Thus challenged forth, see thither, one by one, From every side, assembling playmates run ; A thousand wily antics mark their stay, A starting crowd, impatient of delay ; Like the fond dove from fearful prison freed, Each seems to say, "Come, let us try our speed...
Trang 137 - THERE is a flower, a little flower, With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky. The prouder beauties of the field In gay but quick succession shine, Race after race their honours yield, They flourish and decline. But this small flower, to Nature dear, While moons and stars their courses run, Wreathes the whole circle of the year, Companion of the Sun. It smiles upon the lap of...
Trang 120 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy...
Trang 50 - But the mother's cares are all for her child. Hast thou gone with the traveller Thought afar/ From pole to pole, and from star to star ? Thou hast — but on ocean, earth, or sea, The heart of a mother has gone with thee. There is not a grand, inspiring thought, There is not a...
Trang 50 - Thou hast — but on ocean, earth or sea, The heart of a mother has gone with thee. There is not a grand, inspiring thought,, There is not a truth by wisdom taught, There is not a feeling, pure and high, That may not be read in a Mother's eye.
Trang 139 - Tis FLORA'S page ; in every place, In every season fresh and fair, It opens with perennial grace, And blossoms every where. On waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The Rose has but a summer-reign, The DAISY never dies.
Trang 76 - Or gazed in merry clusters by your side? Ye who can smile, to wisdom no disgrace, At the arch meaning of a kitten's face; If spotless innocence, and infant mirth, Excites to praise, or gives reflection birth; In shades like these pursue your...
Trang 138 - The purple heath and golden broom, On moory mountains catch the gale, O'er lawns the lily sheds perfume, The violet in the vale; But this bold floweret climbs the hill, Hides in the forest, haunts the glen, Plays on the margin of the rill, Peeps round the fox's den.
Trang 77 - Away they scour, impetuous, ardent, strong, The green turf trembling as they bound along ; Adown the slope, then up the hillock climb, Where every molehill is a bed of thyme...

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