The Horticulturist and Journal of Rural Art and Rural Taste, Band 26Luther Tucker, 1871 |
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Seite 230 - Ye field flowers, the gardens eclipse you, 'tis true ; Yet, wildings of nature, I dote upon you, For ye waft me to summers of old, When the earth teemed around me with fairy delight, And when daisies and buttercups gladdened my sight Like treasures of silver and gold.
Seite 231 - Then," said the rose, with deepened glow, " On me another grace bestow." The spirit paused, in silent thought, — What grace was there that flower had not ? 'Twas but a moment, — o'er the rose A veil of moss the angel throws, And robed in nature's simplest weed. Could there a flower that rose exceed ? The Rose.
Seite 231 - tis granted thee.' ' Then,' said the Rose, with deepen'd glow, ' On me another grace bestow.' The Spirit paused, in silent thought, What grace was there that flower had not! 'Twas but a moment — o'er the Rose A veil of moss the angel throws, And, robed in nature's simplest weed, Could there a flower that rose exceed...
Seite 26 - Almost all you see," said the good old man, " is the work of my own hands, though I am bordering on eighty years of age. My old woman does the weeding, and John mows the turf and digs for me ; but all the nicer work — the sowing, grafting, budding, transplanting, and the like — I trust to no other hand but my own — so long, at least, as my health will allow me to enjoy so pleasing an occupation ; and, in good sooth, the fruits here taste more sweet, and the flowers have a richer perfume, than...
Seite 27 - The ivy-leafed lettuce opens at eight in the morning, and closes forever at four in the afternoon. The night-flowering cereus turns night into day. It begins to expand its magnificent sweet-scented blossoms in the twilight ; it is full-blown at midnight, and closes never to open again with the dawn of day. In a clover-field not a leaf opens till after Buurise.
Seite 242 - ... whatever may aid in promoting the objects of the Society and the science of American Pomology. Each contributor is requested to come prepared with a complete list of his collection, and to present the same with his Fruits, that a Report of all the varieties entered may be submitted to the meeting as soon as practicable. All persons desirous of becoming members can remit the admission fee to THOMAS P.
Seite 229 - Bring a few daisies and buttercups from your last field-walk, and keep them alive in a little water ; ay, preserve but a bunch of clover, or a handful of flowering grass, one of the most elegant as well as cheap of Nature's productions, and you have something on your table that reminds you of the beauties of God's creation, and gives you a link with the poets and sages that have done it most honor.
Seite 230 - Beneath a rose-tree sleeping lay ; That spirit, to whose charge is given To bathe young buds in dews from heaven ; Awaking from his light repose, The angel whispered to the rose : ' O fondest object of my care, Still fairest found where all are fair, For the sweet shade...
Seite 38 - Jesus said unto him, No man, having put his hand to the plow, and looking back, is fit for the kingdom of God.
Seite 230 - Earth's cultureless buds, to my heart ye were dear, Ere the fever of passion, or ague of fear, Had...