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... Shepherd says , that in the morning the long and slender petals , and the petal - like nectaries or honey - cups which compose the flower , are found regularly closed upon each other , forming a cone of about an inch in length . In this ...
... Shepherd says , that in the morning the long and slender petals , and the petal - like nectaries or honey - cups which compose the flower , are found regularly closed upon each other , forming a cone of about an inch in length . In this ...
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... shepherds ; and to the simplest form of manners among man- kind . " s ; " And you think , papa , that the first historical records , which were transmit- ted from one generation to another by word of mouth , were not prose but poetical ...
... shepherds ; and to the simplest form of manners among man- kind . " s ; " And you think , papa , that the first historical records , which were transmit- ted from one generation to another by word of mouth , were not prose but poetical ...
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... shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the ocean - tide ; The hum of bees and linnet's lay of love , And the full choir that wakes the universal ...
... shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the ocean - tide ; The hum of bees and linnet's lay of love , And the full choir that wakes the universal ...
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... large , attended by their shepherds , the sound of whose pipes , together with the merry voices of the village children just let loose from school , ' all contributed to afford agree- able ideas of a country life , and the conversation 86.
... large , attended by their shepherds , the sound of whose pipes , together with the merry voices of the village children just let loose from school , ' all contributed to afford agree- able ideas of a country life , and the conversation 86.
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... , And the mower whets his scythe ; And every shepherd tells his tale , Under the hawthorn in the dale . Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures , Whilst the landscape round it measures : ; Russet lawns , and fallows gray , Where the 92.
... , And the mower whets his scythe ; And every shepherd tells his tale , Under the hawthorn in the dale . Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures , Whilst the landscape round it measures : ; Russet lawns , and fallows gray , Where the 92.
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Page 34 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Page 33 - I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own.
Page 95 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Page 33 - I heard the bell toll'd' on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — It was.
Page 127 - Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe th' enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Page 34 - I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. But no...
Page 92 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Page 125 - He knew his lord ; he knew, and strove to meet ; In vain he strove to crawl and kiss his feet ; Yet (all he could) his tail, his ears, his eyes, Salute his master, and confess his joys.
Page 27 - ... wood, — To thy protecting shade she runs, Thy tender buds supply her food ; Her young forsake her downy plumes To rest upon thy opening blooms. Flower of the desert though thou art ! The deer that range the mountain free, The graceful doe, the stately hart, Their food and shelter seek from thee ; The bee thy earliest blossom greets, And draws from thee her choicest sweets. Gem of the heath ! whose modest bloom Sheds beauty o'er the lonely moor : Though thou dispense no rich perfume, Nor yet...
Page 124 - Thus, near the gates conferring as they drew, Argus, the dog, his ancient master knew: He not unconscious of the voice and tread, Lifts to the sound his ear, and rears his head; Bred by Ulysses, nourish'd at his board, But, ah!