The Flowering Plants and Ferns of Great Britain, Volume 1

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Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge, 1855 - Botany

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Page 33 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced 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.
Page 252 - Which strike ev'n eyes incurious ; but each moss, Each shell, each crawling insect, holds a rank Important in the plan of Him who framed 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 260 - Fine linen with broidered work from Egypt was that which thou spreadest forth to be thy sail; blue and purple from the isles of Elishah was that which covered thee.
Page 118 - LORD, thou hast given me a cell Wherein to dwell, A little house, whose humble roof Is weatherproof, Under the spars of which I lie Both soft and dry ; Where thou, my chamber for to ward. Hast set a guard Of harmless thoughts, to watch and keep ! Me while I sleep. Low is my porch, as is my fate, Both void of state ; And yet the threshold of my door < Is worn by th' poor, Who thither come and freely get Good words or meat.
Page 165 - And franckencense, and sweet perfumes, before the breade doth burne ; With tapers all the people come, and at the barriars stay, Where downe upon their knees they fall, and night and day they pray, And violets, and every kinde of flowres, about the grave They straw, and bring in all their giftes, and presents that they have...
Page 164 - Read Nature like the manuscript of Heaven, And call the flowers its poetry. Go out ! Ye spirits of habitual unrest, And read it when the fever of the world...
Page 116 - The rivulet Wanton and wild, through many a green ravine Beneath the forest flowed. Sometimes it fell Among the moss with hollow harmony Dark and profound. Now on the polished stones It danced ; like childhood laughing as it went : Then, through the plain in tranquil wanderings crept, Reflecting every herb and drooping bud That overhung its quietness.
Page 34 - Dolvoryn. -The shepherds at their festivals Carol her good deeds loud in rustic lays, And throw sweet garland wreaths into her stream, Of pancies, pinks, and gaudy daffodils.
Page 164 - You may hear birds at morning, and at eve The tame dove lingers till the twilight falls, Cooing upon the eaves, and drawing in His beautiful bright neck, and, from the hills, A murmur like the hoarseness of the sea Tells the release of waters, and the earth Sends up a pleasant smell, and the dry leaves Are lifted by the grass; and so I know That Nature, with her delicate ear, hath heard The dropping of the velvet foot of Spring.
Page 52 - I felt as a botanist, and felt myself rewarded : a gigantic leaf, from five to six feet in diameter, salver-shaped, with a broad rim, of a light green above and a vivid crimson below, rested on the water. Quite in character with the wonderful leaf was the luxuriant flower, consisting of many hundred petals, passing in alternate tints from pure white to rose and pink.

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