Woodland gleanings, an account of British forest-treesAdam Scott, 1853 |
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... season generally to a month , and sometimes to a particular week , without considering whether the earth be in a proper state to receive the seed ; from whence it frequently happens , that what the sower sowed with sweat , the reaper ...
... season generally to a month , and sometimes to a particular week , without considering whether the earth be in a proper state to receive the seed ; from whence it frequently happens , that what the sower sowed with sweat , the reaper ...
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... season , with respect to heat and cold , drought and wet , differing in every year , experiments made one year ... seasons . Mr. Stillingfleet is the only person that has made correct 12 INTRODUCTION .
... season , with respect to heat and cold , drought and wet , differing in every year , experiments made one year ... seasons . Mr. Stillingfleet is the only person that has made correct 12 INTRODUCTION .
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... season for sowing wheat , he will find the leaves of various trees as follows : - Plane - tree , tawny . Oak , yellowish green . Hazel , yellow . Sycamore , dirty brown . Maple , pale yellow . Ash , fine lemon . Elm , orange . Hawthorn ...
... season for sowing wheat , he will find the leaves of various trees as follows : - Plane - tree , tawny . Oak , yellowish green . Hazel , yellow . Sycamore , dirty brown . Maple , pale yellow . Ash , fine lemon . Elm , orange . Hawthorn ...
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... seasons autumn is the most pleasant for a woodland ramble . The depth of gloom , the silence , the wild cries that are heard flitting to and fro ; the falling leaves already rustling to the tread , and strewing the forest walk , render ...
... seasons autumn is the most pleasant for a woodland ramble . The depth of gloom , the silence , the wild cries that are heard flitting to and fro ; the falling leaves already rustling to the tread , and strewing the forest walk , render ...
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... season of the year . So evident is this , that painters have universally chosen it as the season of landscape . The leafy surface of the forest is then so varied , and the masses of foliage are yet so full , that they allow the artist ...
... season of the year . So evident is this , that painters have universally chosen it as the season of landscape . The leafy surface of the forest is then so varied , and the masses of foliage are yet so full , that they allow the artist ...
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36 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
91 ÆäÀÌÁö - While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
276 ÆäÀÌÁö - But worthier still of note Are those fraternal Four of Borrowdale, Joined in one solemn and capacious grove ; Huge trunks ! — and each particular trunk a growth Of intertwisted fibres serpentine Up-coiling, and inveterately convolved, — Nor uninformed with Phantasy, and looks That threaten the profane...
54 ÆäÀÌÁö - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies; They fall successive, and successive rise: So generations in their course decay; So flourish these, when those are pass'd away.
228 ÆäÀÌÁö - Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on. — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
39 ÆäÀÌÁö - If thou art worn and hard beset With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget, If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep, Go to the woods and hills! — No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.
36 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... at once All their green tops, stole over him, and bowed His spirit with the thought of boundless Power And inaccessible Majesty. Ah, why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd, and under roofs That our frail hands have raised 1 Let me, at least, Here in the shadow of this aged wood, Offer one hymn — thrice happy, if it find Acceptance in his ear. Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns ; thou Didst weave this verdant...
181 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thought cannot spend itself, comparing still The great and little of thy lot, thy growth From almost nullity into a state Of matchless grandeur, and declension thence, Slow, into such magnificent decay. Time was, when, settling on thy leaf, a fly Could shake thee to the root — and time has been When tempests could not.
180 ÆäÀÌÁö - Time made thee what thou wast, king of the woods ; And time hath made thee what thou art— a cave For owls to roost in.
176 ÆäÀÌÁö - There is an old tale goes, that Herne the hunter, Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest, Doth all the winter time, at still midnight, Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns ; And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle; And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a chain In a most hideous and dreadful manner...