Weather Opinions: A Book of Quotations with Interleaves on Weather SubjectsJennie Day Haines P. Elder, 1907 - 98 strán (strany) |
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... ( xxiii ) 98 CONTENTS TO QUOTATIONS Beginning Page Numbers January February 9 March 17 April -25 May -33 June 41 July -49 August 57 September -65 October -75 November -83 December -91 PRELUDE When the air is soft and warm And the.
... ( xxiii ) 98 CONTENTS TO QUOTATIONS Beginning Page Numbers January February 9 March 17 April -25 May -33 June 41 July -49 August 57 September -65 October -75 November -83 December -91 PRELUDE When the air is soft and warm And the.
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... language , especially for coquets . Addison , in his essay on the fan , in the Spectator , and Disraeli , in " Contarini Fleming , " treat of this feminine art . OPINIONS AUGUST Still world and windless sky , A mist xiv де www.
... language , especially for coquets . Addison , in his essay on the fan , in the Spectator , and Disraeli , in " Contarini Fleming , " treat of this feminine art . OPINIONS AUGUST Still world and windless sky , A mist xiv де www.
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A Book of Quotations with Interleaves on Weather Subjects Jennie Day Haines. OPINIONS AUGUST Still world and windless sky , A mist of heat o'er all ; Peace like a lullaby , And the ripe apples fall . Katherine Tyman Hinkson . When August ...
A Book of Quotations with Interleaves on Weather Subjects Jennie Day Haines. OPINIONS AUGUST Still world and windless sky , A mist of heat o'er all ; Peace like a lullaby , And the ripe apples fall . Katherine Tyman Hinkson . When August ...
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A Book of Quotations with Interleaves on Weather Subjects Jennie Day Haines. OPINIONS AUGUST Calm was the day , and through the trembling air Sweet - breathing Zephyrus did softly play- A gentle spirit , that lightly did delay Hot ...
A Book of Quotations with Interleaves on Weather Subjects Jennie Day Haines. OPINIONS AUGUST Calm was the day , and through the trembling air Sweet - breathing Zephyrus did softly play- A gentle spirit , that lightly did delay Hot ...
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A Book of Quotations with Interleaves on Weather Subjects Jennie Day Haines. OPINIONS AUGUST Ye mists and exhalations that now rise , From hill or steaming lake , dusky or gray , Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold , In ...
A Book of Quotations with Interleaves on Weather Subjects Jennie Day Haines. OPINIONS AUGUST Ye mists and exhalations that now rise , From hill or steaming lake , dusky or gray , Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold , In ...
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almanac Aurora autumn beams beautiful birds black center blow boughs breeze chill clouds cold comes creak dark Dog-days doth earth face fair weather fall FEBRUARY H flag with black flash flowers frost grass gray heaven heliacal rising Henry David Thoreau Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hill James Russell Lowell John John Greenleaf Whittier July leaves light Lucy Larcom Mary Frances Butts mist month moon morning Nathaniel Hawthorne never night o'er old trade-wind OPINIONS APRIL OPINIONS AUGUST OPINIONS FEBRUARY OPINIONS JANUARY OPINIONS JUNE OPINIONS m OCTOBER OPINIONS MARCH OPINIONS NOVEMBER OPINIONS SEPTEMBER patter Paul Hamilton Hayne Proverbs Pussy-willow rain rainbow red flag rise round Samuel Taylor Coleridge Selected Shakespeare shine shower sing skies sleep snow soft softly soon spring storm summer sunshine sweet tears tempest thaw Thomas thou thunder trees Twill warm William Cowper William Wordsworth winter
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Strana 81 - THE DAY IS DONE. THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist : A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Strana 93 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who...
Strana 63 - WELL ! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence, This night, so tranquil now, will not go hence Unroused by winds, that ply a busier trade Than those which mould yon cloud, in lazy flakes, Or the dull sobbing draft, that moans and rakes Upon the strings of this Eolian lute, Which better far were mute.
Strana 55 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die ! " The child is father of the man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Strana 28 - The thin gray cloud is spread on high, It covers but not hides the sky. The moon is behind, and at the full; And yet she looks both small and dull.
Strana 59 - Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform, and mix And nourish all things, let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Strana 51 - Think, every morning when the sun peeps through The dim, leaf-latticed windows of the grove, How jubilant the happy birds renew Their old, melodious madrigals of love ! And when you think of this, remember, too, 'Tis always morning somewhere, and above The awakening continents, from shore to shore, Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.
Strana 82 - There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek — There is n^ttt wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Strana 95 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Strana 18 - YOU FEAR THE WIND? Do you fear the force of the wind, The slash of the rain? Go face them and fight them, Be savage again. Go hungry and cold like the wolf, Go wade like the crane: The palms of your hands will thicken, The skin of your cheek will tan, You'll grow ragged and weary and swarthy, But you'll walk like a man!