The Juvenile forget me not, ed. by mrs. S.C. HallAnna Maria Hall 1835 |
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Página 179 - This instinct, which gives him his appointed seasons, and which teaches him always when and where to move, may be regarded as flowing from a Divine source, and he belongs to the oracles of nature, which speak the awful and. intelligible language of a present Deity.
Página 175 - Glides through the pathways ; she knows all their notes, That gentle Maid! and oft a moment's space, What time the moon was lost behind a cloud, Hath heard a pause of silence ; till the moon Emerging, hath awakened earth and sky With one sensation, and these wakeful birds Have all burst forth in choral minstrelsy, As if some sudden gale had swept at once A hundred airy harps...
Página 149 - Though woodbines flaunt and roses glow O'er all the fragrant bowers, Thou need'st not be ashamed to show Thy satin-threaded flowers ; For dull the eye, the heart is dull, That cannot feel how fair, Amid all beauty beautiful, Thy tender blossoms are...
Página 149 - mid the general hush, A sweet air lifts the little bough, Lone whispering through the bush ! The primrose to the grave is gone ; The hawthorn flower is dead ; The violet by the...
Página 174 - You may perchance behold them on the twigs, Their bright, bright eyes, their eyes both bright and full, Glistening, while many a glow-worm in the shade Lights up her love-torch.
Página 179 - Even the beings selected for his prey are poetical, beautiful, and transient. The ephemerae are saved by his means from a slow and lingering death in the evening, and killed in a moment, when they have known nothing of life but pleasure. He is the constant destroyer of insects,— the friend of man; and with the stork and the ibis, may be regarded as a sacred bird.
Página 179 - He is the joyous prophet of the year — the harbinger of the best season : he lives a life of enjoyment amongst the loveliest forms of nature. Winter is unknown to him ; and he leaves the green meadows of England in autumn, for the myrtle and orange groves of Italy, and for the palms of Africa. He has always objects of pursuit, and his success is secure. Even the beings selected for his prey are poetical, beautiful, and transient.
Página 181 - If we suppose this column to have been one mile in breadth, (and I believe it to have been much more,) and that it moved at the rate of one mile...
Página 182 - How ye preach the grace of humility. Swift Birds, that skim o'er the stormy deep, Who steadily onward your journey keep, Who neither for rest nor...
Página 180 - Now, taking the column at 50 yards deep by 300 in breadth, and that it moved 30 miles an hour, and allowing nine cubic inches of space to each bird, the number would amount to 151 millions and a half.