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There are likewise noctiflorous plants , which close their flowers in the morning .
In the above cases the degree of heat might be alleged as the exciting cause of
the expansion of the flowers : but this will not hold good with regard to other ...
There are likewise noctiflorous plants , which close their flowers in the morning .
In the above cases the degree of heat might be alleged as the exciting cause of
the expansion of the flowers : but this will not hold good with regard to other ...
Página 94
of a bright red ; and in the morning foul weather when the sky is of a dusky red . "
* Dappled grey mornings , or those marked by the lofty confluent nubeculae of
the Sondercloud , often usher in a fair warm dayat Indeed the appearance of ...
of a bright red ; and in the morning foul weather when the sky is of a dusky red . "
* Dappled grey mornings , or those marked by the lofty confluent nubeculae of
the Sondercloud , often usher in a fair warm dayat Indeed the appearance of ...
Página 208
Bourne tells us that , in his time , in the villages in the North of England , the
juvenile part of both sexes were wont to rise a little after midnight on the morning
of that day , and walk to some neighbouring wood , accompanied with music and
the ...
Bourne tells us that , in his time , in the villages in the North of England , the
juvenile part of both sexes were wont to rise a little after midnight on the morning
of that day , and walk to some neighbouring wood , accompanied with music and
the ...
Página 222
I'll say , yon grey is not the morning's eye ; ' Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's
brow : Nor that is not the Lark , whose notes do beat The vaulty heaven so high
above our heads . I have more care to stay than will to go . Flora.— Beds of Tulips
...
I'll say , yon grey is not the morning's eye ; ' Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's
brow : Nor that is not the Lark , whose notes do beat The vaulty heaven so high
above our heads . I have more care to stay than will to go . Flora.— Beds of Tulips
...
Página 260
It begins to open about seven or eight o'clock in the evening , and closes before
sunrise in the morning . The flower of the Dandelion possesses very peculiar
means of sheltering itself from the heat of the Sun , as it closes entirely whenever
the ...
It begins to open about seven or eight o'clock in the evening , and closes before
sunrise in the morning . The flower of the Dandelion possesses very peculiar
means of sheltering itself from the heat of the Sun , as it closes entirely whenever
the ...
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The Perennial Calendar, and Companion to the Almanack, Revised and Ed. [Or ... Thomas Ignatius M Forster Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
Términos y frases comunes
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Página 206 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Página 164 - There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Página 120 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets : As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun, and the moist star, Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse...
Página 172 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Página 218 - Return, Alpheus; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Página 231 - Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before...
Página 190 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep : All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night.
Página 51 - Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o
Página 572 - 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.
Página 641 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night ' That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide...