Country Life: A Handbook of Agriculture, Horticulture, and Landscape Gardening

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Dinsmoor, 1866 - Agriculture - 912 pages
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Page 645 - of Nature, which song is the best ? Now is the high-tide of the year, And whatever of life hath ebbed away, Comes flooding back, with a ripply cheer, Into every bare inlet, and creek, and bay; Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it, We arc happy now, because God
Page 645 - his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'crrun With the deluge of summer it receives ; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast, flutters and sings ; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice car of Nature, which
Page 645 - has sprouted, that streams are flowing, That the river is bluer than the sky, That the robin is plastering his house hard by; And if the breeze kept the good news back, For other couriers we should not lack ; We could guess it all by yon heifer's lowing, — And hark! how clear bold chanticleer, Warmed with the new
Page 645 - blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers ; The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys ; The Cowslip startles in meadows green, The Buttercup catches the sun in its
Page 646 - Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how ; Every thing is happy now, — Every thing is upward striving; 'Tis as easy now for the heart to be true, As for grass to be green, or skies to be blue, 'Tis the natural way of living.
Page 645 - happy now, because God so wills it; No matter how barren the past may have been, 'Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green. We sit in the warm shade and feel right well; How the sap creeps up, and the blossoms swell; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing, That skies are clear, and grass is growing ; The breeze comes whispering in
Page 715 - her out, A whispering sweetness ; but her winter note Was hissing, dry, and reedy. Lastly, the Pine Did he solicit; and from her he drew A voice so constant, soft and lowly deep, That there he rested, welcoming in her A mild memorial of the ocean cave, Where he was born.
Page 715 - The wind, when first he rose and went abroad Through the waste region, felt himself at fault, Wanting a voice, and suddenly to earth Descended, with a wafture and a swoop,— Where, wandering volatile from kind to kind, He wooed the several trees to give him one. First, he besought the Ash ; the voice she lent Fitfully, with a free
Page 645 - And there's never a leaf or a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits
Page 25 - proposition that the square of the hypothenuse of a rightangled triangle is equal to the sum of the squares of the other two sides. To

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