Flora historica: or, The three seasons of the British parterre historically and botanically treated; with observations on planting, to secure a regular succession of flowers, from the commencement of spring to the end of autumn ...

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E. Lloyd and son, 1829 - Plants
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Page 229 - The eternal regions ; lowly reverent Towards either throne they bow, and to the ground With solemn adoration down they cast Their crowns, inwove with amaranth and gold ; Immortal amaranth ! a flower which once In Paradise, fast by the tree of life, Began to bloom...
Page 230 - Ixion rests upon his wheel, And the pale spectres dance ; The Furies sink upon their iron beds, And snakes uncurl'd hang listening round their heads.
Page 1 - Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes, In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth : He comes attended by the sultry Hours, And ever-fanning Breezes, on his way ; While, from his ardent look, the turning Spring Averts her blushful face ; and earth, and skies, All-smiling, to his hot dominion leaves.
Page 3 - Observe the rising lily's snowy grace, Observe the various vegetable race ; They neither toil, nor spin, but careless grow ; Yet see how warm they blush, how bright they glow. What regal vestments can with them compare, What king so shining, or what queen so fair...
Page 85 - 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 50 - 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...
Page 341 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close, As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turn'd when he rose.
Page 122 - Twice breed the cattle, and twice bear the trees; And summer suns recede by slow degrees. Our land is from the rage of tigers freed, Nor nourishes the lion's angry seed; Nor poisonous aconite is here produced, Or grows unknown, or is, when known, refused; Nor in so vast a length our serpents glide, Or raised on such a spiry volume ride.
Page 320 - Third to steal a hawk. To take its eggs even in a person's own ground, was punishable with imprisonment for a year and a day, together with a fine at the king's pleasure. In...
Page 74 - As full-blown poppies, overcharged with rain, Decline the head, and drooping kiss the plain; So sinks the youth : his beauteous head, depress'd Beneath his helmet, drops upon his breast.

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