Researches about Atmospheric Phaenomena

Harding, Mavor, and Lepard, 1823 - 448 sider

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Side 166 - A swarm of bees in May is worth a load of hay. A swarm of bees in June is worth a silver spoon. A swarm of bees in July is not worth a fly.
Side 286 - So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Side 307 - Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before...
Side 16 - The rising vapours catch the silver light ; Thence fancy measures, as they parting fly, Which first will throw its shadow on the eye, Passing the source of light ; and thence away, Succeeded quick by brighter still than they.
Side 320 - Nee species sua cuique manet, rerumque novatrix ex aliis alias reparat natura figuras : nee perit in toto quicquam, mihi credite, mundo, sed variat faciemque novat, nascique vocatur 255 incipere esse aliud, quam quod fuit ante, morique desinere illud idem, cum sint hue forsitan ilia, haec translata illuc, summa tamen omnia constant.
Side 133 - ... patulis captavit naribus auras, aut arguta lacus circumvolitavit hirundo et veterem in limo ranae cecinere...
Side 311 - Debes Vergilium, finibus Atticis Reddas incolumem precor Et serves animae dimidium meae. Illi robur et aes triplex Circa pectus erat, qui fragilem truci...
Side 168 - If the cock moult before the hen, We shall have weather thick and thin ; But if the hen moult before the cock, We shall have weather hard as a block.
Side 148 - When clouds appear like rocks and towers. The earth's refreshed by frequent showers.
Side 256 - Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence. How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smiled...

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