The juvenile museum; or, child's library of amusement and instruction, by 'quiet George'.Willoughby, 1840 - 192 Seiten |
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... Building . 37 Turtle , the . 109 Ship Foundering . 125 Trial by Fire 106 Song of the Owl 159 View of Paris 36 Sparrow's Nest 132 Volcanic Island 145 St. Paul's School 141 Wodehouse , the 127 St. Mary's Church 155 Westminster Abbey . 41 ...
... Building . 37 Turtle , the . 109 Ship Foundering . 125 Trial by Fire 106 Song of the Owl 159 View of Paris 36 Sparrow's Nest 132 Volcanic Island 145 St. Paul's School 141 Wodehouse , the 127 St. Mary's Church 155 Westminster Abbey . 41 ...
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... building is grown in Europe and America . If you only think for a moment of the immense quantity required for ships , houses , railways , bridges , furniture , carriages , and a vast many other things you see about you , you will have ...
... building is grown in Europe and America . If you only think for a moment of the immense quantity required for ships , houses , railways , bridges , furniture , carriages , and a vast many other things you see about you , you will have ...
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... building . The interior , or chamber , is a grand hall of a semicircular form , about 125 feet in width , and 58 in ... buildings , churches , palaces , bridges and houses , as well as several fine public walks in Paris . I shall from ...
... building . The interior , or chamber , is a grand hall of a semicircular form , about 125 feet in width , and 58 in ... buildings , churches , palaces , bridges and houses , as well as several fine public walks in Paris . I shall from ...
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... build their nests like rooks , on the topmost branches of high trees . The nests are of the most simple construction , being only a few sticks crossed , through which the little white eggs may sometimes be seen . If you have ever ...
... build their nests like rooks , on the topmost branches of high trees . The nests are of the most simple construction , being only a few sticks crossed , through which the little white eggs may sometimes be seen . If you have ever ...
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... build their nests in the woods , as far from houses as they can get ; and feed on all kinds of grain . From the turtle - dove are bred those pigeons called Car- riers , which are used to convey letters from place to place . The Cape ...
... build their nests in the woods , as far from houses as they can get ; and feed on all kinds of grain . From the turtle - dove are bred those pigeons called Car- riers , which are used to convey letters from place to place . The Cape ...
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Seite 104 - I do not know what I may appear to the world ; but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
Seite 44 - bide my time" — But my heart will leap at a scene like this, And I half renew my prime. Play on ! play on ! I am with you there, In the midst of your merry ring ; I can feel the thrill of the daring jump, And the rush of the breathless swing. I hide with you in the fragrant hay, And I whoop the smothered call ; And my feet slip up on the seedy floor, And I care not for the fall.
Seite 107 - THE stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Seite 58 - MOTHER, mother, the winds are at play, Prithee, let me be idle to-day. Look, dear mother, the flowers all lie Languidly under the bright blue sky. See, how slowly the streamlet glides; Look, how the violet roguishly hides; Even the butterfly rests on the rose, And scarcely sips the sweets as he goes. Poor Tray is asleep in the noon-day sun, And the flies go about him one by one ; And pussy sits near with a sleepy grace, Without ever thinking of washing her face. There flies a bird to a...
Seite 107 - Through glowing orchards forth they peep, Each from its nook of leaves, And fearless there the lowly sleep, As the bird beneath their eaves.
Seite 107 - O'er all the pleasant land! The deer across their greensward bound Through shade and sunny gleam; And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream. The merry homes of England! Around their hearths by night What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light! There woman's voice flows forth in song Or childhood's tale is told, Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old.
Seite 44 - I LOVE to look on a scene like this, Of wild and careless play, And persuade myself that I am not old, And my locks are not yet gray ; For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart, And...
Seite 59 - There flies a bird to a neighbouring tree, But very lazily flieth he, And he sits and twitters a gentle note, That scarcely ruffles his little throat. You bid me be busy; but, mother, hear How the hum-drum grasshopper soundeth near, And the soft west wind is so light in its play, It scarcely moves a leaf on the spray. I wish, oh, I wish I was yonder cloud, That sails about with its misty shroud; Books and work I no more should see, And I'd come and float, dear mother, o'er thee.
Seite 107 - The merry homes of England! Around their hearths by night What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song, Or childhood's tale is told, Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old. The blessed homes of England...
Seite 75 - I'VE watched you now a full half-hour Self-poised upon that yellow flower ; And, little butterfly ! indeed, I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless ! — not frozen seas More motionless ! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again...