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... mouth ; and in it are little white things that look like teeth . By letting it go , this mouth snaps together again ; and from this the flower obtains its name . Some flowers are called compound , because each flower 1. Pronounced cal ...
... mouth ; and in it are little white things that look like teeth . By letting it go , this mouth snaps together again ; and from this the flower obtains its name . Some flowers are called compound , because each flower 1. Pronounced cal ...
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... mouths on the inside into the pitcher , which is thus kept filled with water . This plant is quite common in the island of Ceylon , where it is called the monkey - cup , be- cause the monkeys sometimes open the lid and drink the water ...
... mouths on the inside into the pitcher , which is thus kept filled with water . This plant is quite common in the island of Ceylon , where it is called the monkey - cup , be- cause the monkeys sometimes open the lid and drink the water ...
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... mouths , which suck up what may be called the liquid food of the plant . It is this portion of the plant's food which chiefly forms the soft parts of a plant or a tree , —all the hard wood , as already stated , being derived from the ...
... mouths , which suck up what may be called the liquid food of the plant . It is this portion of the plant's food which chiefly forms the soft parts of a plant or a tree , —all the hard wood , as already stated , being derived from the ...
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... mouths , which suck up the sap from the ground , are not in the body of the root : they are in the little fibres which are joined to the main root . In the root of the turnip there is a kind of tail which goes down into the ground , and ...
... mouths , which suck up the sap from the ground , are not in the body of the root : they are in the little fibres which are joined to the main root . In the root of the turnip there is a kind of tail which goes down into the ground , and ...
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... mouths in the little roots have stopped their busy work . The buds all over the tree are asleep in their winter cradles , and the wind rocks them to and fro , but never wakes them . They lie still and quiet till the return of spring ...
... mouths in the little roots have stopped their busy work . The buds all over the tree are asleep in their winter cradles , and the wind rocks them to and fro , but never wakes them . They lie still and quiet till the return of spring ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 10 - Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat ? or, What shall we drink ? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed ? ,for after all these things do the Gentiles seek ; for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things.
Seite 17 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG.
Seite 18 - 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. The schoolboy, wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of Spring to hear, And imitates thy lay.
Seite 13 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is! Till, more familiar grown, the table crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Seite 15 - THERE is a flower, a little flower, With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky. The prouder beauties of the field In gay but quick succession shine, Race after race their honours yield, They flourish and decline. But this small flower, to Nature dear, While moons and stars their courses run, Wreathes the whole circle of the year, Companion of the Sun. It smiles upon the lap of May, To sultry August spreads its charms, Lights pale October on his way,...
Seite 28 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly...
Seite 11 - One there lives whose guardian eye Guides our humble destiny ; One there lives who, Lord of all, Keeps our feathers lest they fall : Pass we blithely then the time, Fearless of the snare and lime, Free from doubt and faithless sorrow : God provideth for the morrow !" SIXTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
Seite 12 - One Spirit — his, Who wore the platted thorns with bleeding brows. Rules universal nature. Not a flower But shows some touch in freckle, streak, or stain, Of his unrivalled pencil.
Seite 9 - Then wherefore, wherefore were they made, All dyed with rainbow light, All fashioned with supremest grace, Upspringing day and night, — Springing in valleys green and low And on the mountains high, And in the silent wilderness, Where no man passes by...
Seite 30 - We know when moons shall wane, When summer birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge the golden grain — But who shall teach us when to look for thee ? Is it when spring's first gale Comes forth to whisper where the violets lie? Is it when roses in our paths grow pale ? — They have one season — all are ours to die...