British Bee Journal, Volume 43British Bee Publications, 1915 - Bee culture |
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Popular passages
Page 436 - Come from the woods that belt the gray hill-side, The seven elms, the poplars four That stand beside my father's door, And chiefly from the brook that loves To purl o'er matted cress and ribbed sand, Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves, Drawing into his narrow earthen urn, In every elbow and turn, The filter'd tribute of the rough woodland.
Page 219 - Now, this is a subject to which I have given a great deal of attention without making a very definite conclusion.
Page 166 - To the field, the meadow, and bower; In the Columbine's horn we love to dwell, To dip in the lily with snow-white bell, To search the balm in its odorous cell, The mint and the rosemary flower. We seek...
Page 166 - SONG OF THE BEES. WE watch for the light of the morn to break And colour the eastern sky, With its blended hues of saffron and lake, Then say to each other, " Awake ! awake ! For our winter's honey is all to make, And our bread for a long supply.
Page 420 - Whenever the company has passed an extraordinary resolution to the effect that it has been proved to their satisfaction that the company cannot by reason of its liabilities continue its business and that it is advisable to wind up the same...
Page 259 - I don't mind a little dew like this," said the man. "I can work along just the same." "Oh, I'm not talking about that," exclaimed the fruit-man. "The next time it rains, you can come into the house. I want that water on the land." They used to have a farming rule Of forty acres and a mule. Results were won by later men With forty square feet and a hen. And nowadays success we see With forty inches and a bee.
Page 156 - I have had frequent opportunities of seeing this bird, and have been witness of the destruction of several republics of bees, by means of its treachery. I had, however, but two opportunities of shooting it, which I did to the great indignation of my Hottentots.
Page 155 - ... the hunters are sure of finding the bees' nest in that identical spot, whether it be in a tree, or in the crevice of a rock, or (as is most commonly the case) in the earth. Whilst the hunters are busy in taking the honey, the bird is seen looking on attentively to what is going forward, and waiting for its share of the spoil. The bee-hunvoi..
Page 199 - I thee, thou busy, busy Bee. Thou art a miser, thou busy, busy Bee! Late and early at employ ; Still on thy golden stores intent, Thy summer in heaping and hoarding is spent What thy winter will never enjoy ; Wise lesson this for me, thou busy, busy Bee ! Little dost thou think, thou busy, busy Bee ! What is the end of thy toil.
Page 6 - ... light-ray, the song of the slumberous, languid air; and their flight is the token, the sure and melodious note, of all the myriad fragile joys that are born in the heat and dwell in the sunshine. They teach us to tune our ear to the softest, most intimate whisper of these good, natural hours. To him who has known them and loved them, a summer where there are no bees becomes as sad and as empty as one without flowers or birds.