The Flower Garden: Or, Breck's Book of Flowers; in which are Described All the Various Hardy Herbaceous Perennials, Annuals, Shrubby Plants, and Evergreen Trees, Desirable for Ornamental Purposes, with Directions for Their Cultivation

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J. P. Jewett, 1856 - 395 頁

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第 378 頁 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light, quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
第 15 頁 - Some open at once to the sun and the breeze, Some lost among bowers of blossoming trees, Were all paved with daisies and delicate bells As fair as the fabulous asphodels, And flowrets which drooping as day drooped too Fell into pavilions, white, purple, and blue, To roof the glow-worm from the evening dew.
第 270 頁 - Each flower of slender stalk, whose head, though gay Carnation, purple, azure, or specked with gold, Hung drooping unsustained; them she upstays Gently with myrtle band, mindless the while Herself, though fairest unsupported flower, From her best prop so far, and storm so nigh.
第 42 頁 - 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...
第 xi 頁 - ... what shall we eat, and what shall we drink, and wherewithal shall we be clothed?
第 200 頁 - What next? A tuft of evening primroses, O'er which the mind may hover till it dozes; O'er which it well might take a pleasant sleep, But that 'tis ever startled by the leap Of buds into ripe flowers...
第 73 頁 - And full ranunculus, of glowing red. Then comes the tulip race, where Beauty plays Her idle freaks; from family diffused To family, as flies the father-dust, The varied colours run ; and while they break On the charmed eye, th' exulting florist marks, With secret pride, the wonders of his hand.
第 272 頁 - tis granted thee." '' Then," said the rose, with deepened glow, " On me another grace bestow." The spirit paused, in silent thought, — What grace was there that flower had not ? 'Twas but a moment, — o'er the rose A veil of moss the angel throws, And robed in nature's simplest weed. Could there a flower that rose exceed ? The Rose.
第 271 頁 - As the perfumed tincture of the roses ; Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses ; But, for their virtue* only is their show, They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade ; Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
第 271 頁 - And first of all, the Rose ; because its breath Is rich beyond the rest; and when it dies, It doth bequeath a charm to sweeten death.

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