Pleasant pages (by S.P. Newcombe). [With suppl., entitled] Fireside facts from the Great exhibition, Том 1 |
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... Flowers ; and learn how to arrange them . L. That is the study which is called BOTANY , I think . P. Yes . But let me see what you remember of your NATURAL HISTORY . You have already had 104 questions ( see p . 392 , vol . ii . , and p ...
... Flowers ; and learn how to arrange them . L. That is the study which is called BOTANY , I think . P. Yes . But let me see what you remember of your NATURAL HISTORY . You have already had 104 questions ( see p . 392 , vol . ii . , and p ...
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... flowers ; he studied the various parts of his own body , and once he was found with the head of a child , which he was taking to his room to dissect . There was indeed very little that he did not examine . At the close of his appren ...
... flowers ; he studied the various parts of his own body , and once he was found with the head of a child , which he was taking to his room to dissect . There was indeed very little that he did not examine . At the close of his appren ...
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... flowers , Yonder lark thy glad welcome will chaunt through the skies ; Wreathe garlands fair blooming on hedgerows and borders , Through the air perfumed incense will gratefully rise . Over mountain and valley , and wide - spreading ...
... flowers , Yonder lark thy glad welcome will chaunt through the skies ; Wreathe garlands fair blooming on hedgerows and borders , Through the air perfumed incense will gratefully rise . Over mountain and valley , and wide - spreading ...
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... flower to pieces , the parts can- a vegetable and a mineral . not live separately . ( 6. ) Plants L. I remember , papa ... flowers , but ( what seems yet more extraordinary ) it imparts to its seeds the same power . " Truly any plant is ...
... flower to pieces , the parts can- a vegetable and a mineral . not live separately . ( 6. ) Plants L. I remember , papa ... flowers , but ( what seems yet more extraordinary ) it imparts to its seeds the same power . " Truly any plant is ...
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... flowers . This was opened in 1832. In 1838 Highgate Cemetery was opened ; and , since then , many others have been estab- lished . Lately a very large one has been formed at Erith , in Kent . This village is " In 1800 , 40 3rd Week ...
... flowers . This was opened in 1832. In 1838 Highgate Cemetery was opened ; and , since then , many others have been estab- lished . Lately a very large one has been formed at Erith , in Kent . This village is " In 1800 , 40 3rd Week ...
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Стр. 307 - I had never before seen any of them. I bought it, read it over and over, and was much delighted with it. I thought the writing excellent, and wished, if possible, to imitate it.
Стр. 108 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. " My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The reaper said, and smiled ; " Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child.
Стр. 176 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
Стр. 176 - and rest Thy weary head upon this breast !" A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered, with a sigh, Excelsior ! " Beware the pine-tree's withered branch ! Beware the awful avalanche ! " This was the peasant's last Good-night.
Стр. 108 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Стр. 68 - PAUSE not to dream of the future before us; Pause not to weep the wild cares that come o'er us; Hark, how Creation's deep, musical chorus, Unintermitting, goes up into heaven ! Never the ocean wave falters in flowing ; Never the little seed stops in its growing; More and more richly the rose-heart keeps glowing, Till from its nourishing stem it is riven. " Labor is worship ! " — the robin is singing ; "Labor is worship!
Стр. 307 - ... measure, or of different sound for the rhyme, would have laid me under a constant necessity of searching for variety, and also have tended to fix that variety in my mind, and make me master of it. Therefore I took some of the tales and turned them into verse ; and, after a time, when I had pretty well forgotten the prose, turned them back again.
Стр. 105 - He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys; He hears the parson pray and preach, He hears his daughter's voice, Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Стр. 176 - At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS ON SLAVERY.
Стр. 105 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing floor.