The Flowering Plants of Great Britain, Volume 1Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge, 1855 - Botany |
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... look like masses of cobwebs . This clematis is our only British species , though either this or similar kinds abound in the woods of warmer regions of the globe , spangling the forests of America and New Zealand , like those of ...
... look like masses of cobwebs . This clematis is our only British species , though either this or similar kinds abound in the woods of warmer regions of the globe , spangling the forests of America and New Zealand , like those of ...
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... look back a few years , to the time when the Moutan - tree Peony was too expensive a flower for any but the rich man's garden . This is now comparatively a common plant , and is a truly beautiful species . Fortune , in his " Wanderings ...
... look back a few years , to the time when the Moutan - tree Peony was too expensive a flower for any but the rich man's garden . This is now comparatively a common plant , and is a truly beautiful species . Fortune , in his " Wanderings ...
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... look upon . Its singular seed - vessels , in whose cells lie the bean - like seeds , are thought to have originated ... looks like the flower of some warmer region , and has been justly said to vie in beauty with the Magnolia of India ...
... look upon . Its singular seed - vessels , in whose cells lie the bean - like seeds , are thought to have originated ... looks like the flower of some warmer region , and has been justly said to vie in beauty with the Magnolia of India ...
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... look like gay blossoms . It flowers in June , and differs in no respect from the kind cultivated as an esculent in the kitchen garden . Crambé is one of the Greek names applied to the Cabbage ; and our Kale is called by the French Le ...
... look like gay blossoms . It flowers in June , and differs in no respect from the kind cultivated as an esculent in the kitchen garden . Crambé is one of the Greek names applied to the Cabbage ; and our Kale is called by the French Le ...
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... look deep , you may see the dark serious blue of far - off sky , and the passing of pure clouds . It is at your own will that you see in that despised stream either the refuse of the street , or the image of the sky - so it is with ...
... look deep , you may see the dark serious blue of far - off sky , and the passing of pure clouds . It is at your own will that you see in that despised stream either the refuse of the street , or the image of the sky - so it is with ...
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Page 17 - 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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!