The moment a little boy is concerned with which is a jay and which is a...
The groves were God's first temples.
When I see a bird that walks like a duck and swims like a duck and quacks...
My progress was rendered delightful by the sylvan elegance of the groves...
Having contemplated this admirable grove I proceeded towards the shrubberies...
Bats drink on the wing like swallows by sipping the surface as they play...
The very winds whispered in soothing accents and maternal Nature bade me...
What makes a river so restful to people is that it doesn't have any doubt -...
There is nothing in which the birds differ more from man than the way in...
Those little nimble musicians of the air that warble forth their curious...
There is pleasure in the pathless woods there is rapture in the lonely shore there is society where none intrudes by the deep sea and music in its roar I love not Man the less but Nature more.
