A Year of Country Life; Or, The Chronicle of the Young NaturalistsS.P.C.K., 1853 - 247 páginas |
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Página 107
... Barton , the gardener , to pre- pare for making a bower that should be large enough to receive the whole party ; for ... Barton's cottage , to meet him at his dinner hour . He found his father's old and faithful servant resting ...
... Barton , the gardener , to pre- pare for making a bower that should be large enough to receive the whole party ; for ... Barton's cottage , to meet him at his dinner hour . He found his father's old and faithful servant resting ...
Página 108
... Barton to see and speak to any of the family to which he had become so much attached ; and at this moment the sight of Charles ( who strongly resembled his father ) almost seemed to the old man like a visit from one whose loss he so ...
... Barton to see and speak to any of the family to which he had become so much attached ; and at this moment the sight of Charles ( who strongly resembled his father ) almost seemed to the old man like a visit from one whose loss he so ...
Página 109
... Barton stopped . Charles was so touched by the burst of feeling in the old soldier , that he could not interrupt him , or make a reply . Barton passed the back of his rough hand across his eyes , and making an effort to clear his voice ...
... Barton stopped . Charles was so touched by the burst of feeling in the old soldier , that he could not interrupt him , or make a reply . Barton passed the back of his rough hand across his eyes , and making an effort to clear his voice ...
Página 110
... Barton , I have thought of that , but we have never had the marquee out since our last cricket party just before my father's illness , and I should not like to have it brought out unless my mother proposed it herself . " " Ah , very ...
... Barton , I have thought of that , but we have never had the marquee out since our last cricket party just before my father's illness , and I should not like to have it brought out unless my mother proposed it herself . " " Ah , very ...
Página 112
... Barton was there , ready to lend a helping hand to all . Mr. Leslie strolled into the field with Mr. Gray , leaving Mrs. Leslie and Mrs. Beresford to sit with Mrs. Neville till the tea was quite ready . George had a fork for Mrs. Gray ...
... Barton was there , ready to lend a helping hand to all . Mr. Leslie strolled into the field with Mr. Gray , leaving Mrs. Leslie and Mrs. Beresford to sit with Mrs. Neville till the tea was quite ready . George had a fork for Mrs. Gray ...
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amusement Arthur autumn Barton beautiful Beresford birds blackbird bloom blossoms boys branches Brimstone Butterfly Bruce Elliot Butterfly cage calceolarias CALENDAR OF GARDENING chaffinch Charles Neville cicada Common Cranesbill cuckoo delight eggs Emily exclaimed favourite feeding field Field Cricket fieldfares flocks flowering rush flowers Freddy frost GARDENING AND COUNTRY gathered Gentiana acaulis George Gray grub Harry hay-making head heard hedges heron hops insect kind kite labour leaves Leslie Lesser Celandine little Augusta look Mamma mezereon Minnie Miss Elmer mistletoe month morning Moth nest never nightingale Oakshot old birds Papa Peziza pleasant pleasure poor pots redwings rooks roots round season seeds seemed seen sight sing song soon sowing sown spring starlings swallows sweet talking tell thing thistle thought thrush tree vulgaris walk watch weather whistling swan wing winter wish woods wren Yellow
Pasajes populares
Página 80 - There, if thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, Oh ! with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God ! There like the nightingale she pours Her solitary lays ; Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise.
Página 153 - O to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth, Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Página 117 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Página 240 - On Christmas eve the bells were rung, On Christmas eve the mass was sung: * That only night in all the year Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear.
Página 140 - E'en from thyself, thy loathsome heart to hide {The mansion then no more of joy serene), Where fear, distrust, malevolence, ahide, And impotent desire, and disappointed pride? O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields...
Página 176 - Where heath and fern were waving wide ; The sun's last glance was glinted back, From lance and glaive, from targe and jack,— The next, all unreflected, shone On bracken green, and cold gray stone.
Página 41 - True symbol of hope's foolishness, whose strong And unreproved enchantment led us on By rocks and pools shut out from every star, All the green summer, to forlorn cascades Among the windings hid of mountain brooks. —Unfading recollections ! at this hour The heart is almost mine with which I felt, From some hill-top on sunny afternoons, The paper kite high among fleecy clouds Pull at her rein like an impetuous courser...
Página 97 - A swarm of bees in May is worth a load of hay. A swarm of bees in June is worth a silver spoon. A swarm of bees in July is not worth a fly.
Página 140 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven...
Página 144 - Thou crownest the year with thy goodness ; and thy paths drop fatness. They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness; and the little hills rejoice on every sida The pastures are clothed with flocks ; the valleys also are covered over with corn ; they shout for joy, they also sing.