This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1895 Excerpt: ...mate soon appears: alighting near him on the branch, the pair chatter and caress a moment; then the fresh one enters the cavity, and the other flies away. The woodpecker is not a nest-builder, but rather a nest-carver."--Adapted from Langille. Compare a woodpecker and a robin. eastern zenith locality significant ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1895 Excerpt: ...mate soon appears: alighting near him on the branch, the pair chatter and caress a moment; then the fresh one enters the cavity, and the other flies away. The woodpecker is not a nest-builder, but rather a nest-carver."--Adapted from Langille. Compare a woodpecker and a robin. eastern zenith locality significant capture drilling excavating elderberries especially horizontally completely enemies THE LEGEND OP THE OEOSS-BILL. On the cross the dying Saviour Heavenward lifts his eyelids calm, Feels, but scarcely feels, a trembling In his pierced and bleeding palm. And by all the world forsaken, Sees he how with zealous care At the ruthless nail of iron A little bird is striving there. Stained with blood and never tiring, With its beak it doth not cease; From the cross 'twould free the Saviour, Its Creator's Son release. And the Saviour speaks in mildness: "Blest be thou of all the good! Bear as token of this moment Marks of blood and holy rood!" And that bird is called the cross-bill; Covered all with blood so clear, In the groves of pine it singeth Songs, like legends, strange to hear.--H. W. Longfellow. THE SKTLAEK. Bird of the wilderness, Blithesome and cumberless, Sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and lea! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place: Oh to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay, and loud, Far in the downy cloud: Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth. O'er fell and fountain sheen, O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day.. Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather-blooms Sweet will thy welcome an...
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