The Book of the Months: And Circle of the SeasonsD. Bogue, 1844 - 214 pages |
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... forests , impelled by hunger , at this season , descended from their accustomed haunts and attacked the domestic animals , and even man himself , when the inclemency of the weather had destroyed or put to flight their usual prey . B ...
... forests , impelled by hunger , at this season , descended from their accustomed haunts and attacked the domestic animals , and even man himself , when the inclemency of the weather had destroyed or put to flight their usual prey . B ...
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... forests quake , Like flowers before gay Summer's fresh'ning gale ; He doth unchain the floods , and , in their might , Adown the hills they rush , and through the vale , With deafening clamour , till they reach the main . MRS . HEY . In ...
... forests quake , Like flowers before gay Summer's fresh'ning gale ; He doth unchain the floods , and , in their might , Adown the hills they rush , and through the vale , With deafening clamour , till they reach the main . MRS . HEY . In ...
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... revolving fields the swain Disaster'd stands , sees other hills ascend , Of unknown joyless brow ; and other scenes , Of horrid prospect , shag the trackless plain : Nor finds the river , nor the forest , hid JANUARY . 13.
... revolving fields the swain Disaster'd stands , sees other hills ascend , Of unknown joyless brow ; and other scenes , Of horrid prospect , shag the trackless plain : Nor finds the river , nor the forest , hid JANUARY . 13.
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And Circle of the Seasons. Nor finds the river , nor the forest , hid Beneath the formless wild ; but wanders on From hill to dale , still more and more astray . In vain for him the officious wife prepares , The fire fair - blazing and ...
And Circle of the Seasons. Nor finds the river , nor the forest , hid Beneath the formless wild ; but wanders on From hill to dale , still more and more astray . In vain for him the officious wife prepares , The fire fair - blazing and ...
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... forests . It is least fre- quently found on the oak - on which its occur- rence is so rare as to be reckoned a curiosity by botanists . The mistletoe seems to be confined to certain localities . It abounds in the orchards of Hereford ...
... forests . It is least fre- quently found on the oak - on which its occur- rence is so rare as to be reckoned a curiosity by botanists . The mistletoe seems to be confined to certain localities . It abounds in the orchards of Hereford ...
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Page 196 - See here thy pictur'd life ; pass some few years, Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength. Thy sober Autumn fading into age, And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene. Ah ! whither now are fled Those dreams of greatness? those unsolid hopes Of happiness ? those longings after fame ? Those restless cares ' those busy bustling days ? Those gay-spent, festive nights :
Page 161 - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies; They fall successive, and successive rise: So generations in their course decay; So flourish these, when those are pass'd away.
Page 143 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day...
Page 142 - Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Page 9 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Page 201 - With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year: And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks, And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves in hollow-whispering gales. Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfined, And spreads a common feast for all that lives.
Page 197 - No noise is here, or none that hinders thought. The redbreast warbles still, but is content With slender notes, and more than half...
Page 196 - Tis done! dread Winter spreads his latest glooms, And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year. How dead the vegetable kingdom lies! How dumb the tuneful! horror wide extends .His desolate domain. Behold, fond man ! See here thy pictured life; pass some few years, Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength, Thy sober Autumn fading into age, And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene.
Page 7 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats ; then brisk alights On the warm hearth ; then hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is ; Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Page 52 - THE stormy March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies , I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies Ah, passing few are they who speak, Wild stormy month! in praise of thee : Yet, though thy winds are loud and bleak, Thou art a welcome month to me. For thou, to northern lands, again The glad and glorious sun dost bring, And thou hast joined the gentle train And wear'st the gentle name of Spring.