Flowering trees and shrubs

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A. L. Humphreys, 1902 - Gardening - 133 pages
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Page 13 - On a half-effaced inscription, Written with little skill of song-craft, Homely phrases, but each letter Full of hope and yet of heart-break, Full of all the tender pathos Of the Here and the Hereafter ; — Stay and read this rude inscription, Read this Song of Hiawatha...
Page 88 - STILL sits the school-house by the road, A ragged beggar sunning ; Around it still the sumachs grow, And blackberry- vines are running. Within, the master's desk is seen, Deep scarred by raps official ; The warping floor, the battered seats, The jack-knife's carved initial ; The charcoal...
Page 81 - The Mountain -ash No eye can overlook, when 'mid a grove Of yet unfaded trees she lifts her head Decked with autumnal berries, that outshine Spring's richest blossoms ; and ye may have marked, By a brook-side or solitary tarn, How she her station doth adorn : the pool Glows at her feet, and all the gloomy rocks Are brightened round her. In his native vale...
Page 4 - The hope, in dreams, of a happier hour That alights on misery's brow, Springs out of the silvery almond -flower, That blooms on a leafless bough.
Page 27 - Up and down are midges dancing On the grass ; How their gauzy wings are glancing As they pass ! What does all this haste and hurry Mean, I pray — All this out-door flush and flurry Seen to-day? This presaging stir and humming, Chirp and cheer, Mean I it means that Spring is coming : Spring is here ! THE FIRST THANKSGIVING DA Y. (AD 1622.)
Page 49 - Time was when thy golden chain of flowers Was linked, the warrior's brow to bind ; When reared in the shelter of royal bowers, Thy wreath with a kingly coronal twined. ' ' The chieftain who bore thee high in his crest, And...
Page 49 - Time was, when thy golden chain of flowers Was link'd, the warrior's brow to bind ; When rear'd in the shelter of royal bowers, Thy wreath with a kingly coronal twined. The chieftain who bore thee high on his crest, And bequeath'd to his race thy simple name, Long ages past hath sunk to his rest, And only lives in the voice of fame.
Page 57 - Tuscany, in remembrance of this adventure, always deck themselves, on their wedding-day, with a nosegay of jasmine ; and they have a proverb that " she who is worthy to wear a nosegay of jasmine is as good as a fortune to her husband.
Page 49 - Yet thy race has survived a thousand storms, That have made the monarch and warrior bow. The storied urn may be crumbled to dust, And time may the marble bust deface; But thou wilt be faithful and firm to thy trust. The memorial flower of a princely race.
Page 90 - AM drunk with the honey wine Of the moon unfolded eglantine, Which fairies catch in hyacinth...

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