The Floricultural Cabinet, and Florists Magazine, 第 21 卷

Whitaker & Company, 1853

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第56页 - Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. Thou waitest late and com'st alone, When woods are bare and birds are flown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near his end. Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes to the sky, Blue — blue — as if that sky let fall A flower from its cerulean wall. I would that thus, when I shall see The hour of death draw near to me, Hope, blossoming within my heart, May look to heaven as I depart.
第131页 - Along these blushing borders, bright with dew, And in yon mingled wilderness of flowers, Fair-handed Spring unbosoms every grace ; Throws out the snow-drop and the crocus first; The daisy, primrose, violet darkly blue, And polyanthus of unnumber'd dyes ; The yellow wall-flower, stain'd with iron brown ; And lavish stock, that scents the garden round...
第54页 - IN Eastern lands they talk in flowers, And they tell in a garland their loves and cares ; Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers, On its leaves a mystic language bears.
第208页 - Suppose flowers themselves were new ! Suppose they had just come into the world, a sweet reward for some new goodness : and that we had not yet seen them quite developed ; that they were in the act of growing ; had just issued with their green stalks out of the ground, and engaged the attention of the curious. Imagine what we should feel when we saw the first lateral stem bearing off from the main one, or putting forth a leaf. How we should watch the leaf gradually unfolding its little graceful hand...
第56页 - The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileged beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of Heaven.
第131页 - On the charmed eye, the exulting florist marks With secret pride the wonders of his hand. No gradual bloom is wanting — from the bud First-born of Spring to Summer's musky tribes...
第56页 - Heaven waits not the last moment; owns her friends On this side death ; and points them out to men : A lecture, silent, but of sovereign power ! To vice, confusion ; and to virtue, peace.
第57页 - Our recollections and our sorrows, blended as they are together, are far too dear to be parted with upon such terms. But God giveth not as the world giveth. There is a peace which comes from him, and brings healing to the heart. His religion would not have us forget, but cherish, our affections for the dead ; for it makes known to us, that these affections shall be immortal. It gradually takes away the bitterness of our recollections, and changes them into glorious hopes ; for it teaches us to regard...
第57页 - So is every man: he is born in vanity and sin; he comes into the world like morning mushrooms, soon thrusting up their heads into the air, and conversing with their kindred of the same production, and as soon they turn into dust and forgetfulness: some of them without any other interest in the affairs of the world but that they made their parents a little glad, and very sorrowful...
第50页 - ... of Himalayan scenery, my highest expectations have been surpassed ! I arrived at Darjeeling on a rainy misty day, which did not allow me to see ten yards in any direction, much less to descry the snowy range, distant sixty miles in a straight line.