The perennial calendar, and companion to the almanack, revised and ed. [or rather written] by T. Forster |
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... garden Plants arranged under each Day , and have interspersed these Articles with numerous poetical Quotations relating to Botany . FAUNA points out that Observations follow relating to the Country , and to the Animal Kingdom in ...
... garden Plants arranged under each Day , and have interspersed these Articles with numerous poetical Quotations relating to Botany . FAUNA points out that Observations follow relating to the Country , and to the Animal Kingdom in ...
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... garden plants and green wheat . The Missel Thrush begins its song . The Hedge Sparrow and the Thrush begin to sing . The Wren , also , pipes her perennial lay , ' even among the flakes of snow . The Titmouse pulls straw out of the ...
... garden plants and green wheat . The Missel Thrush begins its song . The Hedge Sparrow and the Thrush begin to sing . The Wren , also , pipes her perennial lay , ' even among the flakes of snow . The Titmouse pulls straw out of the ...
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... garden , and perhaps here and there a Primrose on a bank , come out about this time in mild seasons . In Devonshire these early phenomena are , from the warmness of the climate , more common than about London . Work to be done in the ...
... garden , and perhaps here and there a Primrose on a bank , come out about this time in mild seasons . In Devonshire these early phenomena are , from the warmness of the climate , more common than about London . Work to be done in the ...
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... garden tools . Turn up your Beehives , and sprinkle them with a little warm and sweet Wort . Trench the ground , and make it ready for Spring . Dig round the roots of Trees where ablaqueation is necessary . 19 Fruits in Prime , and yet ...
... garden tools . Turn up your Beehives , and sprinkle them with a little warm and sweet Wort . Trench the ground , and make it ready for Spring . Dig round the roots of Trees where ablaqueation is necessary . 19 Fruits in Prime , and yet ...
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... garden with its bright pink flowers ; and the Hounds- tongue with its more modest flowers of pink or light blue . The Primrose Bank , from Gent . Mag . Dum loquimur fugerit invida Aetas . Carpe diem , quam minimum Credula postero . WHEN ...
... garden with its bright pink flowers ; and the Hounds- tongue with its more modest flowers of pink or light blue . The Primrose Bank , from Gent . Mag . Dum loquimur fugerit invida Aetas . Carpe diem , quam minimum Credula postero . WHEN ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 206 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Seite 164 - There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Seite 120 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets : As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun, and the moist star, Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse...
Seite 172 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Seite 218 - Return, Alpheus; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Seite 231 - Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before...
Seite 190 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep : All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night.
Seite 51 - Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o
Seite 572 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Seite 641 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night ' That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide...