The Rose: Its History, Poetry, Culture, and ClassificationWiley & Putnam, 1847 - 280 páginas |
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... green - houses warmed by means of pipes filled with hot water , an artificial temperature , which kept roses and lilies in bloom until the last of the year . Seneca declaimed , with a show of ridicule , against these improvements ; but ...
... green - houses warmed by means of pipes filled with hot water , an artificial temperature , which kept roses and lilies in bloom until the last of the year . Seneca declaimed , with a show of ridicule , against these improvements ; but ...
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... green , sometimes lemon or rose color , and occasionally brownish . These differences in color are owing to the various processes of manufacture , and the different periods at which the roses are picked . The attar is prepared in ...
... green , sometimes lemon or rose color , and occasionally brownish . These differences in color are owing to the various processes of manufacture , and the different periods at which the roses are picked . The attar is prepared in ...
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... green leaves of the sweet briar are sometimes , in France , steeped in spirits of wine , to impart a fra- grance ; and in England they are frequently used to flavor cow- slip wine . As the petals of the rose preserve their fragrance for ...
... green leaves of the sweet briar are sometimes , in France , steeped in spirits of wine , to impart a fra- grance ; and in England they are frequently used to flavor cow- slip wine . As the petals of the rose preserve their fragrance for ...
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... green on Erin's banner borne : O , then imagination loves to weave Of England's emblem flowers a garland meet To place on beauty's brow , or lay at valor's feet . I love the Rose - its presence to my eye Like beauty , youth , like hope ...
... green on Erin's banner borne : O , then imagination loves to weave Of England's emblem flowers a garland meet To place on beauty's brow , or lay at valor's feet . I love the Rose - its presence to my eye Like beauty , youth , like hope ...
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... green leaves stealing ; For I seem , as thy delicate flush I see , In the dewy haunts of my youth to be ; And a gladsome youthful feeling Springs to my heart , that not all the glare Of the blossoming East could awaken there . Glorious ...
... green leaves stealing ; For I seem , as thy delicate flush I see , In the dewy haunts of my youth to be ; And a gladsome youthful feeling Springs to my heart , that not all the glare Of the blossoming East could awaken there . Glorious ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
abundant ancient attar autumn Bedeguar bloom blossoms blush Bourbon bower branches bright brilliant calyx Char China Rose clusters corymbs crimson cultivated culture Damask deciduous delicate Dog Rose Don's Mill double essential oil flowering in June foliage form is cupped fragrant France French Fruit garden glabrous globular grafting green ground growing habit hardy height Hort Hybrid Identification inches insect June and July larva larvæ leaves Lindl luxuriant growth mode Moss Moss Rose Moss-Rose Native nearly Noisette pale Peduncles perfect perfume Persia petals Petioles pillar rose placed plant pots Prickles Prod produced pruned Remontant rich Romans roots Rosa Rosa gallica rose color rose-bushes rose-trees rose-water Salency saw-fly scarcely season seed Sepals serrated shade shoots shrub soil Spec species spring stem summer sweet Synonymes Tenthredo thou tree winter wood yellow
Passagens conhecidas
Página 104 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest...
Página 140 - WHO has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere, With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave, Its temples, and grottos, and fountains as clear As the love-lighted eyes that hang over their wave...
Página 95 - 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. So soon may...
Página 121 - Thy hand has graced him. Nestled at his root Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare Of the broad sun. That delicate forest flower With...
Página 8 - I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
Página 72 - ... angels look Behind the blissful screen ; As when, triumphant o'er His woes, The Son of God by moonlight rose, By all but Heaven unseen. As when the holy maid beheld Her risen Son and Lord : Thought has not colours half so fair, That she to paint that hour may dare — In silence best ador'd.
Página 32 - Brescia, who lived at the end of the fifteenth and beginning of the sixteenth century, and died 1510, at Bergamo, at a very advanced age.
Página 97 - Where the flower of my forefathers grew. Sweet bud of the wilderness ! emblem of all That remains in this desolate heart ! The fabric of bliss to its centre may fall ; But patience shall never depart ! Though the wilds of enchantment, all vernal and bright, In the days of delusion by fancy combined, With the vanishing phantoms of love and delight, Abandon my soul like a dream of the night, And leave but a desert behind.
Página 86 - Oft has the poet's magic tongue The rose's fair luxuriance sung ; And long the Muses, heavenly maids, Have rear'd it in their tuneful shades. When, at the early glance of morn, It sleeps upon the glittering thorn, 'Tis sweet to dare the tangled fence, To cull the timid floweret thence, And wipe with tender hand away The tear that on its blushes lay!
Página 71 - Tis Love, the last, best gift of Heaven, Love, gentle, holy, pure ; But tenderer than a dove's soft eye, The searching sun, the open sky, She never could endure.