Large paper ed. revised The wild flowers of England; or, Favourite field flowers popularly described1859 |
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... feel it to be the token of a change in which all nature rejoices . Thus it has come to be considered the herald or harbinger of Spring , of that glorious season when every created being seems to be endowed with fresh life , when the ...
... feel it to be the token of a change in which all nature rejoices . Thus it has come to be considered the herald or harbinger of Spring , of that glorious season when every created being seems to be endowed with fresh life , when the ...
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... Horace , alluding to this feeling , mentions the wool that imitates violets with Tarentine dye- " Lana Tarentino violas imitata veneno . " A nosegay of Violets is one of the most acceptable THE SWEET - SCENTED VIOLET . 9.
... Horace , alluding to this feeling , mentions the wool that imitates violets with Tarentine dye- " Lana Tarentino violas imitata veneno . " A nosegay of Violets is one of the most acceptable THE SWEET - SCENTED VIOLET . 9.
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... feel a " sudden gladness gleaming on the soul , " at the sight of these cheerful attendants on the path of the infant year ; we feel another gush of that " renewed life " which the poet Carrington enjoyed , when he escaped from his ...
... feel a " sudden gladness gleaming on the soul , " at the sight of these cheerful attendants on the path of the infant year ; we feel another gush of that " renewed life " which the poet Carrington enjoyed , when he escaped from his ...
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... ; Robbed every primrose root I met , And oft - times got the root to set ; And joyful home each nosegay bore , And felt as I shall feel no more . " THE WOOD CROW - FOOT . Ranunculus auricomus . Goldilock 16 THE WILD FLOWERS OF ENGLAND .
... ; Robbed every primrose root I met , And oft - times got the root to set ; And joyful home each nosegay bore , And felt as I shall feel no more . " THE WOOD CROW - FOOT . Ranunculus auricomus . Goldilock 16 THE WILD FLOWERS OF ENGLAND .
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... feel ; Her kiss , which every grief could heal , Is on my cheek even now : I see the dial overhead ; I see the porch o'er which was led The pyracantha , † green and red , And jessamine's slender bough . The Lesser Celandine . + The ...
... feel ; Her kiss , which every grief could heal , Is on my cheek even now : I see the dial overhead ; I see the porch o'er which was led The pyracantha , † green and red , And jessamine's slender bough . The Lesser Celandine . + The ...
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abundance admire Anemone banks base beautiful beneath bloom blossoms blue branches breath bright buds calyx Cinquefoil colour common Common Ling corolla Crocus cultivated Daisy delight Dutch earth egg-shaped elegant erect fair favourite fields flower cup Flowering Rush flowers grow footstalks fragrance garden golden grass green hairs Harebell hills Hyacinth inches Ital lanceolate leaf leafy leaves Linnæan class Linnæan class Pentandria Linnæan system lobes Lychnis margin meadows Mezereon month Mouse-ear Hawkweed Natural order numerous o'er oblong Orchis order Monogynia Oxlip pale panicle pastures perennial perennial plant petals Pimpernel pink places plant poets Port pretty primrose purple raceme Rest-harrow rich rising root Rose round Russ Scarlet Pimpernel season seeds sessile shade shining shrub slender smooth Snowdrop soil species spots spreading spring stamens stem stream Succory summer surface sweet thee thou trees TYAS'S WILD FLOWERS violet wild strawberry Wood Anemone woods yellow
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