A Medley of Weather LoreH.G. Commin, 1913 - Всего страниц: 144 |
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Ancient Cornish name Andrew Lang apple-tree apples April AUGUST Autumn Bacon Barnes bees birds blackbird bloom blow blue bough bright brings broom buds bush Candlemas Day Christmas clouds cold comes cowslips cuckoo daffodil daisy David Gray doth fair fall flowers Friday frost fruit GARDENS George Wither gold golden grass green Hants Hartley Coleridge hawthorn head Here's hills James's Day Janiveer January Jean Ingelow Jewel June leaf Leigh Hunt Lewis Morris light March Martinmas meadows MEDLEY OF WEATHER merry Michaelmas Michaelmas Day midsummer month moon morning night o'er Old saying pears primrose purple robin rose round Saint scent season September sheep sing smile snow soft song soon Spring Stephen's Day summer sweet Swithun T. E. Brown thee things thrush tree in blossom tune Tusser Twill violets warm Warwickshire WEATHER LORE Whitcomb Riley wind wing winter Withers Year's yellow
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Стр. 119 - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?
Стр. 106 - What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head ; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine ; The nectaren, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Стр. 129 - s not far ; And see where, breaking from the night, He gilds the western hills with light. With him old Janus doth appear, Peeping into the future year. With such a look as seems to say, The prospect is not good that way.
Стр. 85 - I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely Head.
Стр. 76 - Hark ! how the chairs and tables crack ; Old Betty's joints are on the rack ; Loud quack the ducks, the peacocks cry ; The distant hills are seeming nigh. How restless are the snorting swine— The busy flies disturb the kine ; Low o'er the grass the swallow wings ; The cricket, too, how sharp he sings 1 Puss on the hearth, with velvet paws, Sits, wiping o'er her whiskered jaws.
Стр. 105 - SONG The feathers of the willow Are half of them grown yellow Above the swelling stream; And ragged are the bushes, And rusty now the rushes, And wild the clouded gleam. The thistle now is older, His stalk begins to moulder, His head is white as snow; The branches all are barer, The linnet's song is rarer, The robin pipeth now.
Стр. 50 - The thrush that carols at the dawn of day From the green steeples of the piny wood; The oriole in the elm; the noisy jay, Jargoning like a foreigner at his food; The bluebird balanced on some topmost spray, Flooding with melody the neighborhood; Linnet and meadow-lark, and all the throng That dwell in nests, and have the gift of song.
Стр. 87 - SWEET is the rose, but growes upon a brere ; Sweet is the iunipre, but sharpe his bough ; Sweet is the eglantine, but pricketh nere ; Sweet is the...
Стр. 19 - Last Valentine, the day when birds of kind Their paramours with mutual chirpings find, I early rose, just at the break of day, Before the sun had chased the stars away; A-field I went, amid the morning dew, To milk my kine (for so should...
Стр. 41 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear: Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant! with thee I hail the time of flowers And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers.