The Country Month by MonthDuckworth & Company, 1902 - 492 pages |
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... rise this afternoon from Wolmer pond , as he watches the lurid yellow storm - light burst over the sheep - down , hears the rising wind murmur among the beeches of the Hanger , and then sees the gossamer washed away from the meadow ...
... rise this afternoon from Wolmer pond , as he watches the lurid yellow storm - light burst over the sheep - down , hears the rising wind murmur among the beeches of the Hanger , and then sees the gossamer washed away from the meadow ...
Page 27
... rise their tiny capsules like jewelled pins studding a velvet pin - cushion , no time of the year would probably be considered less fitted than the present for us to begin the study of any group of plants from any aspect . And yet even ...
... rise their tiny capsules like jewelled pins studding a velvet pin - cushion , no time of the year would probably be considered less fitted than the present for us to begin the study of any group of plants from any aspect . And yet even ...
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... rise , like the pillars of a grand triforium , from the summit of this massive beech stem . It is often no easy matter to climb a pear tree , one's feet becoming wedged in these acute angles . Even when not pollarded , the beech tree ...
... rise , like the pillars of a grand triforium , from the summit of this massive beech stem . It is often no easy matter to climb a pear tree , one's feet becoming wedged in these acute angles . Even when not pollarded , the beech tree ...
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... rise here and there from the bank sides . The chaffinch is a great favourite of mine ; he is such a pleasant , alert little bird , and his nest is one of the most beautiful that is made , so artfully is it felted together , and so ...
... rise here and there from the bank sides . The chaffinch is a great favourite of mine ; he is such a pleasant , alert little bird , and his nest is one of the most beautiful that is made , so artfully is it felted together , and so ...
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... rise to the name of anas strépera , which latter word it resembles in sound . At present the meres of West Norfolk are its great haunts , and there it has been carefully protected . In Lancashire it is a rare winter visitor . In the ...
... rise to the name of anas strépera , which latter word it resembles in sound . At present the meres of West Norfolk are its great haunts , and there it has been carefully protected . In Lancashire it is a rare winter visitor . In the ...
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anthers 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 thrush tint tree twigs twites umbels weather whilst wild wind wings winter wood woodland yellow yonder young birds
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.