The Flowering Plants of Great Britain, Volume 1Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge, 1855 |
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Pagina 8
... young buds extremely pretty . They open in April or May , and the name of the plant has a reference to the Paschal or Easter season . Several flowers , both in France and England , are called Easter flowers : thus Pâquerette is one of ...
... young buds extremely pretty . They open in April or May , and the name of the plant has a reference to the Paschal or Easter season . Several flowers , both in France and England , are called Easter flowers : thus Pâquerette is one of ...
Pagina 8
... Young Lycidas , that hath not left his peer , " then one of its old names is retained in the crowfoot of modern days . We are all familiar with " The cuckoo buds of yellow hue , " as one of Shakspere's names for our meadow flower ; but ...
... Young Lycidas , that hath not left his peer , " then one of its old names is retained in the crowfoot of modern days . We are all familiar with " The cuckoo buds of yellow hue , " as one of Shakspere's names for our meadow flower ; but ...
Pagina 9
... young flower - buds , prepared with salt and vinegar , are used instead of capers ; and the juice of the flowers , boiled with alum , stains paper of a beautiful , though not a permanent yellow tint . This flower was formerly much used ...
... young flower - buds , prepared with salt and vinegar , are used instead of capers ; and the juice of the flowers , boiled with alum , stains paper of a beautiful , though not a permanent yellow tint . This flower was formerly much used ...
Pagina 33
... young ones with its juices . Our great naturalist , John Ray , however , who rejected the absurd notions about plants so prevalent in his time , even among scientific men , yet thought very highly of this mighty tome of the great Roman ...
... young ones with its juices . Our great naturalist , John Ray , however , who rejected the absurd notions about plants so prevalent in his time , even among scientific men , yet thought very highly of this mighty tome of the great Roman ...
Pagina 34
... young anemone , beset By thousand spikes of every hue , Purple and scarlet , white and blue ; And every breeze that sweeps the earth , Brings the sweet sound of love and mirth ; The shrilly pipe of things unseen That pitter on the ...
... young anemone , beset By thousand spikes of every hue , Purple and scarlet , white and blue ; And every breeze that sweeps the earth , Brings the sweet sound of love and mirth ; The shrilly pipe of things unseen That pitter on the ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 8 - Hark, hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings. And Phoebus gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chalic'd flowers that lies ; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes : With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet arise ; Arise, arise ! Clo.
Pagina 124 - Hence these shades Are still the abodes of gladness ; the thick roof Of green and stirring branches is alive And musical with birds, that sing and sport In wantonness of spirit; while below The squirrel, with raised paws and form erect, Chirps merrily.
Pagina 234 - ... and walk to some neighbouring wood, accompanied with music and the blowing of horns, where they broke down branches from the trees and adorned them with nosegays and crowns of flowers. This done, they returned...
Pagina 197 - Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Pagina 181 - Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight : With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
Pagina 110 - Which strike ev'n eyes incurious ; but each moss, Each shell, each crawling insect holds a rank Important in the plan of Him, who fram'd This scale of beings ; holds a rank, which lost Would break the chain, and leave behind a gap Which nature's self would rue.
Pagina 197 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, GOD! Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost!
Pagina 150 - Lotophagi) which whoso tastes, Insatiate riots in the sweet repasts, Nor other home nor other care intends, But quits his house, his country, and his friends: The three we sent, from off th...
Pagina 197 - Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds ! Ye signs and wonders of the elements ! Utter forth God, and fill the hills with praise ! Thou, too, hoar Mount ! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene, Into the depth of clouds that veil thy breast, — Thou too again, stupendous Mountain ! thou...
Pagina 196 - Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God!