Butterfly and Moth Book: Personal Studies and Observations of the More Familiar SpeciesC. Scribner's Sons, 1920 - 249 pages |
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Actias luna antennæ appeared August Bag-worm bands Basilarchia beautiful became began Black Cohosh blossoms blue body brown caterpillars Catocala caudal horns Cecropia CHAPTER Chersis chrysalis clinging cocoons crawled dark days later discovered edge eggs emerged Eremitus erpillars eye-spots feed Female moth flower food leaves food plant fore wings fully grown Grapta green grew hatched head hind wings Horn-devil Imperialis inches in length insect Juglandis July larva larvæ leaf legs little crawlers Luna male mature Modesta Monarch butterfly moult oviposit pair Pandorus Papilio partly grown Photograph by Bash Photograph by King Photograph by Lustig Photograph by Snyder pollen Polyphemus prolegs Promethea Pronuba pupa pupate reared rest segments shells showed side silk silken threads skin species specimen spin spines spiracles spun surface Swallow-tail third moult thoracic Tomato worm tongue tree tubercles Turnus twig two-thirds walnut WALNUT SPHINX wild cherry yellow young Yucca filamentosa
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Page 56 - Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God ; But only he who sees takes off his shoes...
Page 73 - Fluttering among the olives wantonly, That seemed to live, so like it was in sight; The velvet nap which on his wings doth lie, The silken down with which his back is dight, His broad outstretched horns, his hairy thighs, His glorious colours, and his glistening eyes.
Page 104 - HURT no living thing : Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing, Nor cricket chirping cheerily, Nor grasshopper so light of leap, Nor dancing gnat, nor beetle fat, Nor harmless worms that creep.
Page 21 - More servants wait on man Than he'll take notice of : in every path He treads down that which doth befriend him When sickness makes him pale and wan. O mighty love ! Man is one world, and hath Another to attend him.
Page 48 - Yet wert thou once a worm, a thing that crept On the bare earth, then wrought a tomb and slept And such is man ; soon from his cell of clay To burst a seraph in the blaze of day.
Page 185 - Kept pointing a finger right under the trees, — Kept shifting the branches and wagging a hand At the round brown limbs on the border of sand, And seem'd to whisper, Ho ! what are these ? The gold-barr'd butterflies to and fro And over the waterside wander'd and wove As heedless and idle as clouds that rove And drift by the peaks of perpetual snow.
Page 179 - Lo.! the bright train their radiant wings unfold, With silver fringed, and freckled o'er with gold. On the gay bosom of some fragrant flower, They, idly fluttering, live their little hour ; Their life all pleasure, and their task all play, All spring their age, and sunshine all their day.
Page 100 - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king! All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants belong to thee; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice. Man for thee does sow and plough; Farmer he, and landlord thou!
Page 173 - look as if Mother Nature had with her scissors snipped the edges of their wings, fashioning notches and points according to the vagaries of an idle mood.
Page 218 - ... grave's repose. But when revolving months have won their way, When smile the woods, and when the zephyrs play ; When laughs the vivid .world in summer's bloom, He bursts, and flies triumphant from the tomb. And while his newborn beauties he displays, With conscious joy his altered form surveys, Mark, while he moves amid the sunny beam, O'er his soft wings the varying lustres gleam...