A Flora of Berwick-upon-Tweed: Phaenogamous plantsJ. Carfrae & Son; [etc., etc.,], 1829 |
Чести термини и фразе
acute Ancroft angular awned axillary Baird banks barren base beak beneath berries Berwickshire Bogs bracteas branched bristly Burnmouth calyx capsule catkins cells cloven clusters Coldingham common compressed corolla corymbose cultivated cylindrical dean downy drooping elliptical feet high fields florets FLOWER-calyx flower-stalks flowers large flowers small flowers white flowers yellow frequent fruit glaucous Goswick greywacke hairy hedges herb Holy Island imbricated inches high July June Lamberton lanceolate leaflets leafy leaves lanceolate leaves linear leaves ovate Legume lobed many-flowered Marsh Meadows and pastures Moist meadows MONOGYNIA Moor nearly nectary numerous oblong obovate obtuse panicle petals pinnate pinnatifid plant plentiful prickles purple Receptacle naked ribs road-sides rocks root creeping rough seeds segments serrated sessile sheaths Shoreswood shorter sides simple smooth solitary spikelets spikes spreading St Abb's Head stalks stamens stem erect stigmas stipulas style ternate Thomp toothed triangular Tweed umbels upper valves Waste grounds Whiteadder whorl Winch Woods Wooler Water
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Страница 184 - Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them...
Страница 141 - One Spirit — his, Who wore the platted thorns with bleeding brows. Rules universal nature. Not a flower But shows some touch in freckle, streak, or stain, Of his unrivalled pencil.
Страница 186 - He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, and though poor perhaps, compared With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, Calls the delightful scenery all his own. His are the mountains, and the valleys his, And the resplendent rivers : his to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel, But who with filial confidence inspired Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say, My Father made them all.
Страница 178 - Tis Flora's page: — In every place, In every season, fresh and fair, It opens with perennial grace, And blossoms everywhere. On waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded rise; The Rose has but a summer reign, — The Daisy never dies.
Страница 59 - Fetch me that flower; the herb I show'd thee once: The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that it sees.
Страница 158 - Wort to-night — The wonderful herb, whose leaf will decide If the coming year shall make me a bride.
Страница 55 - Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Страница 59 - Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts ; But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.