Beautiful Leaved Plants: Being a Description of the Most Beautiful Leaved Plants in Cultivation in this Country, to which is Added an Extended CatalogueGroombridge, 1866 - 144 pagina's |
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Beautiful Leaved Plants: Being a Description of the Most Beautiful Leaved ... Edward Joseph Lowe Volledige weergave - 1865 |
Beautiful Leaved Plants: Being a Description of the most beautiful leaved ... Edward Lowe Gedeeltelijke weergave - 2022 |
Beautiful Leaved Plants: Being a Description of the most beautiful leaved ... Edward Lowe Gedeeltelijke weergave - 2022 |
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ANECTOCHILUS argentea aurea bear full exposure beautiful leaves BEGONIA BEGONIA REX bell-glass bloom bottom-heat bright CALADIUM CALATHEA ZEBRINA Chelsea Cissus Cissus discolor colour compost CONVALLARIA MAJALIS crimson Croton cultivation Culture cuttings DAPHNE MEZEREUM Description Dieffenbachia DRACENA drained due to Messrs Exotic Nursery feet fern fibry loam flowers foliis variegatis freely fronds Funkia garden genus gradually inure GRAPTOPHYLLUM PICTUM green Greenhouse grow grown handlight handsome hardy heat herbaceous perennials herbaceous plant inches long Introduced Japonica leaf leaf-mould Linnæus loam maculata MARANTA moist Native country Natural order ornamental Palm PAVETTA PICTUM pieces of charcoal plant my thanks PLATE Propagation PTERIS re-pot rich Rollisson roots are emitted sand sandy peat shade shoots shrubs side-shoots soil SONERILA species specimen spring stem Stove stove evergreen stove plant striped suckers Taxus baccata thanks are due Tooting tubers TUSSILAGO FARFARA var.-Half-hardy variegata variegated variegatum Veitch vulgare Yucca YUCCA FILAMENTOSA zebrina
Populaire passages
Pagina 75 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, •An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Pagina 51 - Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth...
Pagina 51 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Pagina 51 - Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in...
Pagina 21 - In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
Pagina 3 - On the charm'd eye, the' exulting florist marks, With secret pride, the wonders of his hand. No gradual bloom is wanting ; from the bud, First-born of Spring, to Summer's musky tribes : Nor hyacinths, of purest virgin white, Low-bent, and blushing inward ; nor jonquils, Of potent fragrance ; nor Narcissus fair, As o'er the fabled fountain hanging still ; Nor broad carnations, nor gay-spotted pinks ; Nor, shower'd from every bush, the damask-rose.
Pagina 75 - Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers. The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace.