The Moss-house: In which Many of the Works of Nature are Rendered a Source of Amusement to ChildrenW. Darton, 1822 - 168 pàgines |
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The Moss-house: In which Many of the Works of Nature are Rendered a Source ... Agnes Strickland Visualització completa - 1822 |
The Moss-house: A Tale, in which Many of the Works of Nature are Rendered a ... Agnes Strickland Visualització de fragments - 1823 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 110 - To view the structure of this little work, — A bird's nest. Mark it well, within, without, — No tool had he that wrought, no knife to cut, No nail to fix, no bodkin to insert. No glue to join ; his little beak was all, — And yet, how nicely finished ! What nice hand. With every implement and means of art And twenty years' apprenticeship to boot, Could make me such another ? Mark the bee ! She, too, an artist is, — a cunning artist.
Pàgina 14 - ... every branch from the main body throws out its own roots, at first in small tender fibres, several yards from the ground...
Pàgina 110 - To view the structure of this little work, A bird's nest. Mark it well, within, without. No tool had he that wrought, no knife to cut, No nail to fix, no bodkin to insert, No glue to join; his little beak was all. And yet how neatly finish'd ! What nice hand, With ev'ry implement and means of art, And twenty years apprenticeship to boot, Could make me such another?
Pàgina 91 - They plait and twist willows and roots of marsh plants or other materials together, which are light, but capable of supporting the earth of the garden firmly united. Upon this foundation they lay the light bushes which float on the lake ; and over all, the mud and dirt which they draw up from the bottom of the same lake.
Pàgina 142 - Light itself, which every thing displays, Shone undiscovered, till his brighter mind Untwisted all the shining robe of day; And, from the whitening undistinguished blaze, Collecting every ray into his kind, To the charmed eye educed the gorgeous train Of parent colours.
Pàgina 93 - In the largest gardens there is commonly a little tree, and even a little hut to shelter the cultivator, and defend him from rain, or the sun.
Pàgina 86 - ... remained at home one day ; and when the dog as usual departed with his piece of cake, he resolved to follow him, and find out the cause of his strange procedure.
Pàgina 143 - ... First the flaming Red Sprung vivid forth ; the tawny Orange next ; And next delicious Yellow ; by whose side Fell the kind beams of all-refreshing Green ; Then the pure Blue, that swells autumnal skies Ethereal...
Pàgina 171 - A First or Mother's Dictionary for Children ; containing upwards of three thousand eight hundred words which occur most frequently in books and conversation ; simply and familiarly explained, and interspersed throughout with occasional remarks: the whole adapted to the capacities of younger pupils. By Anna Brownwell Murphy.
Pàgina 142 - First the flaming red Sprung vivid forth ; the tawny orange next ; And next delicious yellow ; by whose side Fell the kind beams of all-refreshing green. Then the pure blue, that swells autumnal skies, Ethereal played ; and then, of sadder hue, Emerged the deepened indigo, as when The heavy-skirted evening droops with frost ; While the last gleamings of refracted light Died in the fainting violet away.