Ornithologia, or The birds, a poem, in 2 pt., with an intr. to their natural history |
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ACCIPITRES Asia beautiful belly beneath white bill bill black bird blackish blue bluish body breast breed brown builds called Chaffinch chiefly cinereous Cock colour common crest Crow cuckoo Curlew delight domestic pigeon domesticated Duck dusky Eagle eggs eggs five Eggs four England Falcon feet female fish flesh flocks GALLINULES genus Godwit Goose green gregarious grey habits half inches long hatched Hawk head heard House Sparrow incubation inhabits Europe insects LADYWELL Lark LATHAM lays legs length Linn loud male mandible migrates migratory neck nest Nightingale North America nostrils o'er occasionally ORDER ornithology Ostrich pale Pheasant pigeons plumage poem PRATINCOLE quill feathers Quinary rarely Rook rump SAND-PIPER season seen Siberia sing sometimes song species spots spring swallow sweet tail feathers thee thou Thrush Titmouse toes trees tribe varieties WARBLERS whitish wild wing coverts winter woods worms yellow yellowish young
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71 페이지 - Why sleep'st thou, Eve? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labour'd song, now reigns Full orb'd the moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowy sets off the face of things, in vain, If none regard; heaven wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, nature's desire?
151 페이지 - The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty! Make thick my blood; Stop up...
48 페이지 - In glassy breadth, seem, through delusive lapse, Forgetful of their course. 'Tis silence all, And pleasing expectation. Herds and flocks Drop the dry sprig, and, mute-imploring, eye The falling verdure. Hushed in short suspense, The plumy people streak their wings with oil, To throw the lucid moisture trickling off, And wait the approaching sign, to strike at once Into the general choir.
145 페이지 - See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings: Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground. Ah! what avail his glossy, varying dyes, His purple crest, and scarlet-circled eyes, The vivid green his shining plumes unfold, His painted wings, and breast that flames with gold?
74 페이지 - Superior heard, run through the sweetest length Of notes; when listening Philomela deigns To let them joy, and purposes, in thought Elate, to make her night excel their day.
136 페이지 - O NIGHTINGALE that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill, While the jolly hours lead on propitious May. Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day, First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill, Portend success in love. O, if Jove's will Have...
152 페이지 - THERE is a bird, who by his coat, And by the hoarseness of his note, Might be supposed a crow; A great frequenter of the church, Where bishoplike he finds a perch, And dormitory too. Above the steeple shines a plate, That turns and turns, to indicate From what point blows the weather. Look up— your brains begin to swim, 'Tis in the clouds— that pleases him, He chooses it the rather.
74 페이지 - Up springs the lark, 590 Shrill-voiced and loud, the messenger of morn : Ere yet the shadows fly, he mounted sings Amid the dawning clouds, and from their haunts Calls up the tuneful nations.
118 페이지 - He sang of love, with quiet blending, Slow to begin, and never ending ; Of serious faith, and inward glee ; That was the song, the song for me...
393 페이지 - Though richest hues the peacock's plumes adorn, Yet horror screams from his discordant throat. Rise, sons of harmony, and hail the morn, While warbling larks on russet pinions float. Or seek at noon the woodland scene remote, Where the grey linnets carol from the hill. O, let them ne'er, with artificial note, To please a tyrant strain the little bill, But sing what Heaven inspires, and wander where they will.