Flora Domestica: Or, The Portable Flower-garden : with Directions for the Treatment of Plants in Pots and Illustrations Trom the Works of the PoetsTaylor and Hessey, 1823 - 396 pages |
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Flora Domestica, Or, the Portable Flower-Garden: With Directions for the ... Elizabeth Kent,Leigh Hunt No preview available - 2018 |
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abroad Adonis adorned Aloe Amaranth Anemone annual plant April Arbutus August Auricula autumn Azalea bear the open beautiful berries blossoms blow blue botanical name bough Broom bulbs Cistus colour common corbezzola Cowslip crowned cultivated cuttings planted Daisy DANEWORT Daphne decay dry summer weather dry weather earth English name FAERIE QUEENE floures French frost fruit is called garden genus Geranium Globe-flower Greek green handsome hardy herb Honeysuckle housed Hyacinth inches Italian Italy July June kinds Laurel leaves Lily Linnæus Martyn Mezereon mild weather moderately moist native newly planted October offsets open air Pelargonium PENTANDRIA MONOGYNIA perennial plant Petrarch placed poet POLYANDRIA pots resemblance roots rose says season seeds September shade sheltered shrub signifies soil south of Europe sown Spain speaks species spring stalks sweet SYNGENESIA thee thou thrive transplanting tree TRIANDRIA varieties violet Virgil week white flowers wild winter wood yellow flowers young
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Page 144 - That very time I saw, (but thou could'st not,) Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west ; And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon ; And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Page 86 - And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears ; Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Page 311 - 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 258 - Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Page 251 - Thus was this place, A happy rural seat of various view! Groves whose rich trees wept odorous gums and balm; Others whose fruit, burnished with golden rind, Hung amiable — Hesperian fables true, If true, here only — and of delicious taste.
Page 245 - But He, her fears to cease, Sent down the meek-eyed Peace ; She, crowned with olive green, came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere His ready harbinger, With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing; And waving wide her myrtle wand, She strikes a universal peace through sea and land.
Page 168 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Page 57 - PANSIES, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises ; Long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory ; Long as there are violets, They will have a place in story : There's a flower that shall be mine, 'Tis the little Celandine.
Page 256 - Sir, the year growing ancient, Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Of trembling winter, the fairest flowers o...
Page 159 - And bid her steal into the pleached bower, Where honeysuckles, ripened by the sun, Forbid the sun to enter— like favourites, Made proud by princes, that advance their pride Against that power that bred it.