The spirit of the woods, by the author of 'The moral of flowers'.1837 |
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... Wild Cherry 99 ....... Yew ....... 108 Hazel ........ Fig Vine Olive Bay and Palm Banyan Tree Cedar ..... 117 128 140 157 € 170 183 192 Sandal Tree ........... 209 Arbutus Sorrowful Nyctanthes Ivy ......... Misletoe Guelder Rose , or.
... Wild Cherry 99 ....... Yew ....... 108 Hazel ........ Fig Vine Olive Bay and Palm Banyan Tree Cedar ..... 117 128 140 157 € 170 183 192 Sandal Tree ........... 209 Arbutus Sorrowful Nyctanthes Ivy ......... Misletoe Guelder Rose , or.
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... olive , pine , and myrtle . These , being all tied together with gold and silver strings , were carried in procession by the people during the feast . This festival was further designed as a solemn acknowledgment of the mercy of God ...
... olive , pine , and myrtle . These , being all tied together with gold and silver strings , were carried in procession by the people during the feast . This festival was further designed as a solemn acknowledgment of the mercy of God ...
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... olive , the fig , the orange , and , above all , the vine , are seen mingling their rich and varied fruitage . In our less genial cli- mate , besides those fruits which require artificial heat , we can show plums of various kinds ...
... olive , the fig , the orange , and , above all , the vine , are seen mingling their rich and varied fruitage . In our less genial cli- mate , besides those fruits which require artificial heat , we can show plums of various kinds ...
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... olives flourish all the year . The balmy spirit of the western gale Eternal breathes on fruits untaught to fail ; Each dropping pear a following pear supplies , On apples , apples , figs on figs arise : The same mild season gives the ...
... olives flourish all the year . The balmy spirit of the western gale Eternal breathes on fruits untaught to fail ; Each dropping pear a following pear supplies , On apples , apples , figs on figs arise : The same mild season gives the ...
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... olive are not included ; an omission accounted for by Sir W. Temple on the score that " these trees were grown to be fruits of their fields , rather than of their gardens . ” This statement every traveller in those delicious climes ...
... olive are not included ; an omission accounted for by Sir W. Temple on the score that " these trees were grown to be fruits of their fields , rather than of their gardens . ” This statement every traveller in those delicious climes ...
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adorn alder alluded amongst ancient Arbutus autumn banyan beauty beech beneath berries birch birks of Aberfeldy bloom blossoms boughs bower branches breath bright brow cedar cherry clusters crown cultivated cypress dark doth earth Evelyn evergreens fair fair brow fancy feel flowers foliage forest fragrance fruit garden genus Gilpin gives gloom glory glow graceful green ground grove grows growth hath hawthorn hazel heart heaven height holly honour LAURUS NOBILIS leaf leaves misletoe Mount Ida mountain mountain ash myrtle native nature Norway spruce o'er olive paliurus palm peace pine plant poet pyracantha rock rose sacred says scene scenery seem'd shade Shakspeare shrubs smile soil solemn song species spell spring summer sweet sylvan tears temple thee Thomas Dick Lauder thorns thou timber tint tree vine Virgil weeping whilst wild wild cherry willow wood yield
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