The Jones Fifth ReaderGinn, 1903 - Всего страниц: 496 |
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... honey , he will soon find that the flower whose nectar he likes best has a tube which is 15 just the same shape and size as his tongue ; and , what is more , it is in the most convenient position for him to reach it . It seems to be his ...
... honey , he will soon find that the flower whose nectar he likes best has a tube which is 15 just the same shape and size as his tongue ; and , what is more , it is in the most convenient position for him to reach it . It seems to be his ...
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... honey at all . Nugent The white azalea , often called swamp honeysuckle , and the large night - flying moths are great friends . The azalea has provided honey for her guests , and protects it , too , against other visitors , except the ...
... honey at all . Nugent The white azalea , often called swamp honeysuckle , and the large night - flying moths are great friends . The azalea has provided honey for her guests , and protects it , too , against other visitors , except the ...
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... honey while on the wing , can really give pollen to the stigma . Bees alight back of the anthers and take the honey . 20 If they want pollen they collect it from the stamens with- out touching the stigma , except once in a while by acci ...
... honey while on the wing , can really give pollen to the stigma . Bees alight back of the anthers and take the honey . 20 If they want pollen they collect it from the stamens with- out touching the stigma , except once in a while by acci ...
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... honey- 5 suckle likes to grow . Azalea has a sweet white corolla with a long slender tube containing nectar for moth ... honey low down in the flower tube . But it is of no use to try ; the 15 tongue is too short and the tube too long ...
... honey- 5 suckle likes to grow . Azalea has a sweet white corolla with a long slender tube containing nectar for moth ... honey low down in the flower tube . But it is of no use to try ; the 15 tongue is too short and the tube too long ...
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... honey but could not , because the bodyguard caught them and held them fast . Not all flowers with tubes succeed so well as the azalea in keeping their honey for the visitors who can do them the most good . Look at the morning - glory ...
... honey but could not , because the bodyguard caught them and held them fast . Not all flowers with tubes succeed so well as the azalea in keeping their honey for the visitors who can do them the most good . Look at the morning - glory ...
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Стр. 318 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Стр. 496 - Pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny : 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Стр. 495 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels. How can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it?
Стр. 79 - Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing. Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose! I never thought to ask, I never knew; But in my simple ignorance suppose The self-same Power that brought me there brought you.
Стр. 402 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams...
Стр. 364 - If you have tears prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii : Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Стр. 225 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valor, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Стр. 362 - And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me.
Стр. 185 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
Стр. 458 - Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper ? The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength : He goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted ; Neither turneth he back from the sword. The quiver rattleth against him, The glittering spear and the shield.