Zoologist: A Monthly Journal of Natural History, Volume 10

West, Newman, 1852
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Pagina 3517 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Pagina 3584 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Pagina 3492 - He seemed to go off, but quickly returned, and when he found all arts vain, began to demolish the new web without mercy. This brought on another battle, and, contrary to my expectations, the laborious spider became conqueror, and fairly killed his antagonist. Now then, in peaceable possession of what was justly its own, it waited three days with the utmost impatience, repairing the breaches of its web, and taking no sustenance that I could perceive.
Pagina 3492 - ... of the little animal, I had the good fortune then to prevent its destruction, and, I may say, it more than paid me by the entertainment it afforded. In three days the web was with incredible diligence completed ; nor could I avoid thinking that the insect seemed to exult in its new abode.
Pagina 3492 - Of all the solitary insects I have ever remarked, the spider is the most sagacious, and its actions to me, who have attentively considered them, seem almost to exceed belief. This insect is formed by Nature for a state of war, not only upon other insects, but upon each other. For this state Nature seems, perfectly well to have formed it. Its head and breast are covered with a strong natural...
Pagina 3493 - Now then, in peaceable possession of what was justly its own, it waited three days with the utmost impatience, repairing the breaches of its web, and taking no sustenance that I could perceive. At last, however, a large blue fly fell into the snare, and struggled hard to get loose. The spider gave it leave to entangle itself as much as possible, but it seemed to be too strong for the cobweb. I must own I was greatly surprised when I saw the spider immediately sally out, and in less than a minute...
Pagina 3463 - The powers of man; we feel within ourselves His energy divine; he tells the heart, He meant, he made us to behold and love What he beholds and loves, the general orb Of life and being; to be great like him, Beneficent and active.
Pagina 3493 - I once put a wasp into the net; but when the spider came out in order to seize it as usual, upon perceiving what kind of an enemy it had to deal with, it instantly broke all the bands that held it fast, and contributed all that lay in its power to disengage so formidable an antagonist. When the wasp was at liberty, I expected the spider would have set about repairing the breaches that were made in its net, but those it seems were irreparable ; wherefore the cobweb was now entirely forsaken, and a...
Pagina 3493 - I had now a mind to try how many cobwebs a single spider could furnish, wherefore I destroyed this, and the insect set about another. When I destroyed the other also, its whole stock seemed entirely exhausted, and it could spin no more. The arts it made use of to support itself, now deprived of its great means of subsistence, were indeed surprising.
Pagina 3515 - Man cannot stand beneath a loftier dome Than this cerulean canopy of light — The ETERNAL'S vast, immeasurable home, Lovely by day, and wonderful by night ! Than this enamelled floor, so greenly bright, A richer pavement man hath never trod ; He cannot gaze upon a holier sight Than fleeting cloud, fresh wave, and fruitfxil sod — Leaves of that boundless Book, writ by the hand of God...

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