The Fairyland of Flowers: A Popular Illustrated Botany |
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akenes alternate leaves anthers Anthers open axil beautiful bell-shaped berry blossom blue bracts branches bright calyx CAT-TAIL catkins cell cleft close-sitting clusters color compound corolla corymb cotyledons CROWFOOT cymes downy erect FAMILY FAMILY.-Stamens feet high fertile flowers filaments five petals five stamens flat flowers grow foot-stalks four stamens funnel-shaped garden green greenish hairy head heart-shaped Herbs HONEYSUCKLE inches long irregular JOHN'S-WORT lance-shaped leaf leaflets leafy Leaves opposite Lily lobes MAPLE Moonseed narrow oblong one-celled one-seeded opposite leaves ovary Ovary and fruit ovate pale panicles perfect flowers perianth petal-like petals Pine pinnate pistils plant pods Proserpina purple purplish racemes receptacle regular root round SAXIFRAGE scape seeds sepals sessile shaped short shrubs side simple slender smooth sometimes spadix spikes spreading stalks stamens stem stigmas stipules style sweet thick toothed tree tube two-celled two-lipped umbel upper vines VIOLET white flowers whorled woody yellow
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Page 198 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Page 40 - THE VIOLET. DOWN in a green and shady bed, A modest violet grew, Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view.
Page 26 - JACK in the pulpit Preaches to-day Under the green trees Just over the way. Squirrel and song-sparrow High on their perch Hear the sweet lily-bells Ringing to church. Come, hear what his reverence Rises to say, In his low, painted pulpit This calm Sabbath day.
Page 91 - ... Thus should the pure and the lovely meet, Stainless with stainless, and sweet with sweet. White as those leaves, just blown apart, Are the folds of thy own young heart ; Guilty passion and cankering care Never have left their traces there. Artless one ! though thou gazest now O'er the white blossom with earnest brow, Soon will it tire thy childish eye ; Fair as it is, thou wilt throw it by. Throw it aside in thy weary hour, Throw to the ground the fair white flower ; Yet, as thy tender years...
Page 98 - Little white Lily Sat by a stone, Drooping and waiting Till the sun shone. Little white Lily Sunshine has fed ; Little white Lily Is lifting her head. Little white Lily Said, " It is good; Little white Lily's Clothing and food.
Page 40 - Down in a green and shady bed A modest violet grew; Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view. And yet it was a lovely flower, Its colors bright and fair; It might have graced a rosy bower, Instead of hiding there.
Page 128 - THERE grew a little flower once, That blossomed in a day, And some said it would ever bloom, And some 'twould fade away ; And some said it was Happiness, And some said it was Spring, And some said it was Grief and Tears, And many such a thing ; But still the little flower bloomed, And still it lived and throve, And men do it call "Summer Growth," But angels call it " Love !
Page 153 - FORGET-ME-NOT. When to the flowers so beautiful, The Father gave a name, Back came a little blue-eyed one, All timidly it came. And standing at its father's feet, And gazing in his face, It said in low and trembling tones, And with a modest grace, " Dear God, the name thou gavest me, Alas, I have forgot.
Page 26 - Low singing bird voices, — These are his choirs. The violets are deacons I know by the sign That the cups which they carry Are purple with wine. And the columbines bravely As sentinels stand On the look-out with all their Red trumpets in hand. Meek-faced anemones, Drooping and sad ; Great yellow violets, Smiling out glad; Buttercups...
Page 168 - So delicate lavender glass she brought And the daintiest china ever bought, Purple tinted, and all complete ; And she filled each cup with honey sweet. '•• Dinner is ready ! " the spring wind cried ; And from hive and hiding far and wide, While the lilac laughed to see them come. The little gray-jacketed bees came hum-m ! They sipped the syrup from every cell, They nibbled at taffy and caramel ; Then, without being asked, they all buzzed, " We Will be very happy to stay to tea.