The Pet Book

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Comstock, 1914 - Pets - 310 pages
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Contents

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5
II
137
III
224
IV
246
V
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VI
286
VII
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Page 101 - Smiling first a little smile, As if he knew what magic slept In his quiet pipe the while; Then, like a musical adept, To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled, And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled, Like a...
Page 101 - And ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered, You heard as if an army muttered ; And the muttering grew to a grumbling; And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling ; And out of the houses the rats came tumbling. Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats, Brown rats, black rats, gray rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers...
Page 236 - A natural sermon o'er their pebbly beds ; Where swarms of minnows show their little heads, Staying their wavy bodies 'gainst the streams, To taste the luxury of sunny beams Temper'd with coolness. How they ever wrestle With their own sweet delight, and ever nestle Their silver bellies on the pebbly sand.
Page 30 - Now she meets the coming prey. Lets it go as fast, and then Has it in her power again: Now she works with three or four, Like an Indian conjurer; Quick as he in feats of art, Far beyond in joy of heart.
Page 162 - By human hearts. A parrot, from the Spanish Main, Full young, and early caged, came o'er, With bright wings, to the bleak domain Of Mulla's shore. To spicy groves where he had won His plumage of resplendent hue, Hia native fruits, and skies, and sun, He bade adieu.
Page 101 - Brown rats, black rats, gray rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers, Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, Cocking tails and pricking whiskers, Families by tens and dozens, Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives — Followed the Piper for their lives. From street to street he piped advancing. And step for step they followed dancing, Until they came to the river Weser Wherein all plunged and perished...
Page 187 - I HAD a dove and the sweet dove died ; And I have thought it died of grieving: O, what could it grieve for ? Its feet were tied, With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving ; Sweet little red feet!
Page 300 - Winter is the night of the year," and the little terrarium world indoors exemplifies it as truly as the great fields of Nature's domain out of doors. The soil is dry and hard in this miniature world and the verdure has dried down to palest green and brown. In its earthy bed, the caterpillars, beetles, and other creatures, lie cosily asleep, and with the masses of tiny eggs, await the vivifying touch of spring.
Page 62 - Look now at him ! Slyly peep, He pretends he is asleep ; Fast asleep upon his bed, With his arm beneath his head. Now that posture is not right, And he is not settled quite — There ! that's better than before, And the knave pretends to snore ! Ha ! he is not half asleep ! See, he slyly takes a peep ! Monkey, though your eyes were shut You could see this little nut.
Page 175 - And fields and marshes wide, — Such as nor voice nor lute nor wind nor bird The soul ever stirred ; Unlike and far sweeter than them all Sad Aziola ! from that moment I Loved thee and thy sad cry.

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