Favourite field flowers; or, Wild flowers of England popularly described1848 |
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... flower , though we do not find this stated anywhere without the expression of a doubt ; from which we are led to infer , that in former times it was so rarely found in a wild state as to render it dubious whether it was a native plant ...
... flower , though we do not find this stated anywhere without the expression of a doubt ; from which we are led to infer , that in former times it was so rarely found in a wild state as to render it dubious whether it was a native plant ...
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... flower perfects its seeds in security . Like many of our Spring - flowering plants , the Snow- drop rises from a bulb , which throws out from its base numerous unbranched thread - like roots ; the flower- stalk rises between two strap ...
... flower perfects its seeds in security . Like many of our Spring - flowering plants , the Snow- drop rises from a bulb , which throws out from its base numerous unbranched thread - like roots ; the flower- stalk rises between two strap ...
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... flower is deemed Where too numerous it is found ; And yet to others it hath seemed A pretty plant for cultured ground . MS . THE Common Fritillary , so called from its chequered marks , whence it would appear to have been thought to ...
... flower is deemed Where too numerous it is found ; And yet to others it hath seemed A pretty plant for cultured ground . MS . THE Common Fritillary , so called from its chequered marks , whence it would appear to have been thought to ...
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... flower hangs pendent . The seg- ments of the flowers have a singular cavity at the base , secreting a limpid saccharine fluid , which continues sus- pended in the form of a drop until the flower loses its freshness . By cultivation ...
... flower hangs pendent . The seg- ments of the flowers have a singular cavity at the base , secreting a limpid saccharine fluid , which continues sus- pended in the form of a drop until the flower loses its freshness . By cultivation ...
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... flower , So pretty , neat ; so modest , meek- How quickly fled the hour ! And still in manhood I delight , Upon their grassy bed , To please the sense of smell and sight- How sweet the scent they shed ! MS . THERE is not a flower ...
... flower , So pretty , neat ; so modest , meek- How quickly fled the hour ! And still in manhood I delight , Upon their grassy bed , To please the sense of smell and sight- How sweet the scent they shed ! MS . THERE is not a flower ...
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Стр. 73 - Nevertheless, he left not himself without witness, in that he did good, and gave us rain from heaven, and fruitful seasons, filling our hearts with food and gladness.
Стр. 35 - Thrice welcome, darling of the spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird : but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery. The same whom in my schoolboy days I listened to ; that cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green ; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet ; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Стр. 34 - Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear; From hill to hill it seems to pass At once far off, and near.
Стр. 62 - THERE is a flower, a little flower, With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky. The prouder beauties of the field In gay but quick succession shine, Race after race their honours yield, They flourish and decline. But this small flower, to Nature dear, While moons and stars their courses run, Wreathes the whole circle of the year, Companion of the Sun.
Стр. 14 - Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Стр. 124 - And of birchen glades breathing their balm, While the deer was seen glancing in sunshine remote, And the deep mellow crush of the wood-pigeon's note Made music that sweetened the calm. Not a pastoral song has a pleasanter tune Than ye speak to my heart, little wildings of June : Of old ruinous castles ye tell, Where I thought it delightful your beauties to find, When the magic of Nature first breathed on my mind, And your blossoms were part of her spell.
Стр. 120 - At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon; And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Стр. 23 - Tis the early April lark, Or the rooks, with busy caw, Foraging for sticks and straw.
Стр. 109 - The man who proceeds in it with steadiness and resolution, will in a little time find that ' her ways are ways of pleasantness, and that all her paths are peace.
Стр. 121 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it Love-in-idleness.