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... build more openly but from what I could ever observe , they begin nesting about the middle of May ; and I have remarked , from eggs taken , that they have set hard by the 9th of June . In general they haunt tall buildings , churches ...
... build more openly but from what I could ever observe , they begin nesting about the middle of May ; and I have remarked , from eggs taken , that they have set hard by the 9th of June . In general they haunt tall buildings , churches ...
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... build , and found in each nest only two squab , naked young ones : on the 8th of July I repeated the same inquiry , and found they had made very little progress towards a fledged state , but were still naked and helpless . From whence ...
... build , and found in each nest only two squab , naked young ones : on the 8th of July I repeated the same inquiry , and found they had made very little progress towards a fledged state , but were still naked and helpless . From whence ...
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... building in the boughs , with none to fray them away ; and the soft , fragrant herbs rising , and breathing , and fading , with no hand to gather them ; -and yet all bright and bare to the clouds above , and to the fresh fall of the ...
... building in the boughs , with none to fray them away ; and the soft , fragrant herbs rising , and breathing , and fading , with no hand to gather them ; -and yet all bright and bare to the clouds above , and to the fresh fall of the ...
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... building is at the town of Bishop's Waltham , in this county , where many sand - martins nestle and breed in the scaffold holes of the back - wall of William of Wykeham's stables : but then this wall stands in a 28 THE SAND - MARTIN .
... building is at the town of Bishop's Waltham , in this county , where many sand - martins nestle and breed in the scaffold holes of the back - wall of William of Wykeham's stables : but then this wall stands in a 28 THE SAND - MARTIN .
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... building only in the morning , and by dedicating the rest of the day to food and amusement , gives it sufficient time to dry and harden . About half an inch seems to be a sufficient layer for a day . Thus careful workmen when they build ...
... building only in the morning , and by dedicating the rest of the day to food and amusement , gives it sufficient time to dry and harden . About half an inch seems to be a sufficient layer for a day . Thus careful workmen when they build ...
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The Standard authors reader, arranged and annotated by the editor of 'Poetry ... Griffith, Farran, Browne and co Visualização integral - 1883 |
The Standard authors reader, arranged and annotated by the editor of 'Poetry ... Griffith, Farran, Browne and co Visualização integral - 1883 |
The Standard authors reader, arranged and annotated by the editor of 'Poetry ... Griffith, Farran, Browne and co Visualização integral - 1883 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Adour appear Arth banks beach beautiful bells beneath Benedicite birds Bracebridge breath Cæsar church clouds colour Crito dark death deep distance E. A. FREEMAN earth Enceladus England English eyes fall feet fire flowers foam French Geysir GILBERT WHITE green hand hath hear heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre hills honour horse Horseshoe Fall hour island king Lake land Latin ledge light look Lord LORD DUFFERIN miles morning mountains nest never night noble Normandy o'er once passed Pilgrim's Progress Pisc precipice prince rising river rock rolling round scarcely seemed seen ship shore side sight silent soul sound Spitzbergen stands stream swallow sweet thee thou towers town trees turned valley Varaville Viat village voice walls WASHINGTON IRVING waves Wetterhorn wild William wind wonderful word
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Página 107 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer, I worshipped the Invisible alone.
Página 276 - A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Página 63 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 319 - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what ! weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Página 316 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Página 134 - Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. Children dear, let us away! This way, this way! Call her once before you go— Call once yet! In a voice that she will know:
Página 19 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played : Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Página 110 - Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God...
Página 49 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Página 198 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest. Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...