An old-fashioned garden, and walks and musings therein

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Salem Press, 1900 - Flowers - 153 pages

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Page 57 - The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Page 121 - Then Mrs Gilpin sweetly said Unto her children three, "I'll clamber o'er this style so high, And you climb after me." But having climb'd unto the top, She could no further go, But sate, to every passer by A spectacle and show : Who said " Your spouse and you this day Both show your horsemanship, And if you stay till he comes back, Your horse will need no whip.
Page 92 - One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can. Sweet is the lore which Nature brings ; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things : — We murder to dissect.
Page 30 - God might have made the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak tree and the cedar tree, Without a flower at all.
Page 105 - A VOICE from the desert comes awful and shrill ; The Lord is advancing ! prepare ye the way ! The word of Jehovah he comes to fulfil, And o'er the dark world pour the splendor of day.
Page 13 - GOD does not send us strange flowers every year. When the spring winds blow o'er the pleasant places, The same dear things lift up the same fair faces. The violet is here. • It all comes back : the odor, grace, and hue ; Each sweet relation of its life repeated : No blank is left, no looking-for is cheated ; It is the thing we knew.
Page 135 - An' let the soul once froze and hard Sprout crocuses of new idees. Yes, clean yer house an' clean yer shed, An clean yer barn in ev'ry part; But brush the cobwebs from yer head An' sweep the snowbanks from yer heart.
Page 84 - Were I, O God, in churchless lands remaining, Far from all voice of teachers or divines. My soul would find in flowers of thy ordaining. Priests, sermons, shrines!
Page 14 - ... winds blow o'er the pleasant places, The same dear things lift up the same fair faces ; The violet is here. It all comes back, the odor, grace, and hue, Each sweet relation of its life repeated; Nothing is lost; no looking-for is cheated; It is the thing we knew.
Page 90 - The flower, when it opens, is starshaped, its petals of the same length as the leaves, and about half an inch in width. On the third day the extremities of the anthers, which are five in number, show minute glistening specks like diamonds about the size of a pin's head, which are the seeds of this wonderful flower. Anthoskoff collected some of these seeds and carried them with him to St. Petersburg. They were placed in a pot of snow, where they remained for some time.

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