Here are some poems about bees and flowers that talk about this beautiful phenomenon. 1. The Flower and The Bee by Leslie Alexis A beautiful yellow flowerResting in the meadowsAmongst the other flowers.A bright yellow daffodilAt the crest of the hillWatching over the rosesSpellbindingly ...
The early bees are assaulting and fumbling the flowers: They call it easing the Spring.They call it easing the Spring: it is perfectly easy If you have any strength in your thumb: like the bolt, And the breech, and the cocking-piece, and the point of balance, ...
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Owen’s poem中写道:Flowers come out and birds arrive。Roger’s poem中写道:Another bird flies,another flower opens,所以在他两人的诗中都提及花和鸟。故选 C。【小题2】细节理解题。从Roger’s poem最后一句What a treat for my eyes可知Roger主要是通过观察来欣赏春天,所以选D。【小题3】细节理解题。
raising chickens and ducks under an arbor of flowers. He was definitely a fan of flowers, couldn’t stop talking about them... But on this cool spring night, inspired by the moon and the winds from afar, who knows why I am thinking of lard, grime, and the old times. Those days, ...
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And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells... ...
Bees hummed amid the whispering grass,And children prattled as they playedBeside the rivulet’s dimpling glass Fast climbed the sun: the flowers were flown,There played no children in the glen;For some were gone, and some were grownTo blooming dames and bearded men. ‘Twas noon, ’twas ...
Unties her yellow bonnet Beneath the village door, Until the bees, from clover rows Their hock and sherry draw,Why, I will lend until just then, But not an hour more!V.The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.VI....
Which the bees know so well, for with it comePale boy’s-love, sops-in-wine, and daffadillies all in bloom.Then up and down the field the sower goes,While close behind the laughing younker scaresWith shrilly whoop the black and thievish crows,And then the chestnut-tree its glory ...