Insect Miscellanies

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Charles Knight, 1831 - 414 páginas
 

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Página 267 - But I will remove far off from you the northern army, and will drive him into a land barren and desolate, with his face toward the east sea, and his hinder part toward the utmost sea, and his stink shall come up, and his ill savour shall come up, because he hath done great things.
Página 120 - tis night. That eye so finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought, Now vainly asks the scenes she left behind; Its orb so full, its vision so confined! Who guides the patient pilgrim to her cell ? Who bids her soul with conscious triumph swell? With conscious truth retrace the mazy clue Of varied scents, that charmed her as she flew ? Hail, MEMORY, hail! thy universal reign Guards the least link of Being's glorious chain.
Página 80 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...
Página 120 - O'er thymy downs she bends her busy course, And many a stream allures her to its source. 'T is noon, 't is night. That eye so finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought, Now vainly asks the scenes she left behind ; Its orb so full, its vision so confined ! Who guides the patient pilgrim to her cell...
Página 146 - ... frequently drowned in pans of water, milk, broth, or the like. Whatever is moist they affect; and therefore often gnaw holes in wet woollen stockings and aprons that are hung to the fire...
Página 97 - That lies in old wood like a hare in her form ; With teeth or with claws it will bite or will scratch, And chambermaids christen this worm a deathwatch ; Because like a watch it always cries click ; Then woe be to those in the house who are sick : For, as sure as a gun, they will give up the ghost, If the maggot cries click when it scratches the post.
Página 79 - The livelong night : nor these alone, whose notes Nice-fingered art must emulate in vain, But cawing rooks, and kites that swim sublime In still repeated circles, screaming loud, The jay, the pie, and e'en the boding owl, That hails the rising moon, have charms for me.
Página 198 - Their murmuring small trompets sounden wide, Whiles in the aire their clustring army flies, That as a cloud doth seeme to dim the skies; Ne man nor beast may rest or take repast For their sharpe wounds, and noyous injuries, Till the fierce northerne wind with blustring blast Doth blow them quite away, and in the ocean cast.
Página 227 - Sorrowing we beheld The night come on ; but soon did night display More wonders than it veiled : innumerous tribes From the wood-cover swarmed, and darkness made Their beauties visible ; one while, they streamed A bright blue radiance upon flowers that closed Their gorgeous colours from the eye of day ; Now, motionless and dark, eluded search, Self-shrouded ; and anon, starring the sky, Rose like a shower of fire.
Página 178 - As the season advances, this hoariness increases, it becomes cottony, and toward the middle or end of summer, the under sides of some of the branches are invested with a thick, downy substance, so long as, at times, to be sensibly agitated by the air. Upon examining this substance, we find that it conceals a multitude of small, wingless creatures, which are busily employed in preying upon the limb of the tree beneath.

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