The Country Month by MonthDuckworth & Company, 1902 - 492 pages |
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... surface of blackish - grey . The leafless boughs in the absence of sunshine look black and lifeless , and no verse seems to express the unpoetical unattractiveness of the scene better than Thomson's prosaic exclamation- " How dead the ...
... surface of blackish - grey . The leafless boughs in the absence of sunshine look black and lifeless , and no verse seems to express the unpoetical unattractiveness of the scene better than Thomson's prosaic exclamation- " How dead the ...
Page 28
... surface which we find in the rounded palmately - lobed leaves of the little winter aconite is the same as that of the marsh - marigold ; and if the latter , like the lesser celandine , has an undivided leaf , the leaf of the winter ...
... surface which we find in the rounded palmately - lobed leaves of the little winter aconite is the same as that of the marsh - marigold ; and if the latter , like the lesser celandine , has an undivided leaf , the leaf of the winter ...
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... surface . All the characters of a plant have to be taken into consideration in determining its real affinities , in a truly natural system of classification such as that at which Jussieu aimed ; and this may involve , as we see in this ...
... surface . All the characters of a plant have to be taken into consideration in determining its real affinities , in a truly natural system of classification such as that at which Jussieu aimed ; and this may involve , as we see in this ...
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... surface . The same restorative effect results from our placing one corner of another leaf in lukewarm water ; but if we put a third leaf entirely under the surface of the warm water , stalk and all , it becomes even darker than it was ...
... surface . The same restorative effect results from our placing one corner of another leaf in lukewarm water ; but if we put a third leaf entirely under the surface of the warm water , stalk and all , it becomes even darker than it was ...
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... surface of the wood tunnelled all over with branching galleries and grooves , the work of the elm - bark beetle , which often penetrates to a considerable depth . As we leave the piteous ruin , let us look up to where the top of the ...
... surface of the wood tunnelled all over with branching galleries and grooves , the work of the elm - bark beetle , which often penetrates to a considerable depth . As we leave the piteous ruin , let us look up to where the top of 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.