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appear Auricula beauty begin better bloom border break bright bulbs centre CHAPTER close colour compost cover crimson CULTIVATION culture Dahlia dark deep described distinct dwarf early edge especially exhibition feet fine florists flower foliage four frost garden give green ground grow grower growth habit half hand head heat Hyacinth inches keep kinds late latter layer leaves less light loam manure March marked moderate nature necessary never once orange perfection petals pink plants possible pots pretty produce propagation purple removed require rich roots Roses rosy rows sand scarlet season seed shade shift shoots side soil soon sorts spring stem strike strong summer taken things trusses Tulip turn Turner varieties week whole wild winter wood yellow
Page 60 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 60 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Page 48 - Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean; so over that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Page 29 - tis budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears :* The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears. 0 wilding rose, whom fancy thus endears, I bid your blossoms in. my bonnet wave, Emblem of hope and love through future years ! " Thus spoke young Norman, heir of Armandave, What time the sun arose on Vennachar's broad wave.
Page 28 - Cypress and ivy, weed and wallflower grown Matted and massed together, hillocks heaped On what were chambers, arch crushed, column strown In fragments, choked up vaults, and frescos steeped In subterranean damps, where the owl peeped, Deeming it midnight...
Page 22 - Wind, gentle evergreen, to form a shade Around the tomb where Sophocles is laid ; Sweet ivy wind thy boughs, and intertwine With blushing roses and the clustering vine : Thus will thy lasting leaves with beauties hung, Prove grateful emblems of the lays he sung ; Whose soul, exalted like a god of wit, Among the Muses and the Graces writ.
Page 19 - twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think — is the nightingale singing there yet ? Are the roses still bright by the calm BENDEMEER?
Page 65 - Come on therefore, let us enjoy the good things that are present: and let us speedily use the creatures like as in youth. Let us fill ourselves with costly wine and ointments : and let no flower of the spring pass by us : Let us crown ourselves with rose-buds, before they be withered.
Page 83 - God made the flowers to beautify The earth, and cheer man's careful mood; And he is happiest who has power To gather wisdom from a flower, And wake his heart in every hour To pleasant gratitude.