Sketches of Natural HistoryE. Wilson, 1834 - 167 páginas |
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Página 130 - ... terrific fall ; And the echoes from a thousand cliffs, Like lonely voices call. There shall we see the fierce White Bear ; The sleepy Seals a-ground, And the spouting Whales that to and fro Sail with a dreary sound.
Página 25 - See, he slyly takes a peep ! Monkey, though your eyes were shut, You could see this little nut. You shall have it, pigmy brother ! What ! another ? and another ? Nay, your cheeks are like a sack ; Sit down, and begin to crack. There ! the little ancient man Cracks as fast as crack he can ; Now good-by, you merry fellow, Nature's primest Punchinello.
Página 59 - I love it, for it loves the Broom — The green and yellow linnet. Well call the rose the queen of flowers, And boast of that of Sharon, Of lilies like to marble cups, And the golden rod of Aaron: I care not how these flowers may be Beloved of man and woman; The Broom it is the flower for me, That groweth on the common. Oh the Broom, the yellow Broom, The ancient poet sung it, And dear it is on summer days To lie at rest among it.
Página 154 - But small as he is, he knows he may want, In the bleak winter weather, when food is scant; So he finds a hole in an old tree's. core, And there makes his nest, and lays up his store. Then when cold winter comes, and the trees are bare, When the white snow is falling, and keen is the air, He heeds it not, as he sits by himself, In his warm little nest, with his nuts on his shelf. Oh, wise little squirrel ! no wonder that he, In the green summer woods is as blithe as can be...
Página 21 - THE MONKEY. MONKEY, little merry fellow, Thou art Nature's Punchinello ! Full of fun as Puck could be, Harlequin might learn of thee...
Página 116 - Web-Spinner ran and locked the door, And a loud laugh laughed he ; With that each one on the other sprang, And they wrestled furiously. The baron was a man of might, A swordsman of renown ; But the miser had the stronger arm, And kept the baron down ; Then out he took a little cord, From a pocket at his side, And with many a crafty, cruel knot, His hands and feet he tied ; And bound him down unto the floor, And said in savage jest, " There's heavy work in store for you ; So baron take your rest...
Página 32 - From the deserts of burning sand they speed, Where the lions roam and the serpents breed, Far over the sea, away ! away ! And they darken the sun at noon of day. Like Eden the land before they find, But they leave it a desolate waste behind.
Página 105 - 11 show to thee ; As gentle and mild as a lamb at play, Skipping about in the month of May ; Yet wise as any old learned sage Who sits turning ever a musty page.
Página 24 - Cause ye neither read nor write ? Look now at him ! slyly peep, He pretends he is asleep ; Fast asleep upon his bed, With his arm beneath his head. Now that posture is not right, And he is not settled quite ; There ! that's better than before And the knave pretends to snore. Ha ! he is not half asleep ! See he slyly takes a peep. Monkey, though your eyes were shut , You could see this little nut. You shall have it, pigmy brother. What another...
Página 131 - Up there shall start ten thousand wings, With a rushing, whistling din ; Up shall the auk and fulmar start, — % All but the fat penguin. And there, in the wastes of the silent sky, With the silent earth below, We shall see far off to his lonely rock The lonely eagle go. Then softly, softly will we tread By inland streams, to see Where the pelican of the silent North Sits there all silently.