The Horticulturist, and Journal of Rural Art and Rural Taste, Volume 12 (Google eBook)

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Luther Tucker, 1857 - Gardening
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Page 466 - kirtle sheen ; The hall was dressed with holly green ; Forth to the woods did merry men go, To gather in the mistletoe. Then open wide the baron's hall To vassal, tenant, serf, and all.' " The Holly, like some other evergreens, has long been used at Christmas for ornamenting churches and
Page 241 - estate, a large conservatory, hothouse, rich as a West Indian garden, things of consequence ; visit them with pleasure, and muse upon them with ten times more. I am pleased with a frame of four lights, doubtful whether the few pines it contains will ever be worth a farthing ; amuse myself with a greenhouse which Lord
Page 306 - consoled That here and there some sprigs of mournful mint, Of nightshade or valerian, grace the wall He cultivates. These serve him with a hint That nature lives ; that sight-refreshing green Is still the livery she delights to wear.
Page 466 - On Christinas eve the bells were rung ; On Christmas eve the mass was sung ; That only night in all the year Saw the stoled priest the chalice near. The damsel donned
Page 538 - Of dreams that wave before the half shut eye ; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flashing round a summer sky. Castle of Indolence.
Page 306 - A breath of unadulterate air, The glimpse of a green pasture, how they cheer The citizen, and brace his languid frame 1 E'en in the stifling bosom of the town, A garden, in which nothing thrives, has
Page 297 - It is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land 1 What fruits of fragrance blush on every tree ! What goodly prospects o'er the hills expand
Page 92 - pon the ticklish balance of suspense, That ye may garnish your profuse regales With summer fruits brought forth by wintry suns. Ten thousand dangers lie in wait to thwart The process. Heat, and cold, and wind,
Page 241 - I delight in baubles, and know them to be such ; for, viewed without a reference to their Author, what is the earth ? what are the planets ? what is the sun itself but a bauble ! Better for a man never to have seen them, or to see them with the eyes of a brute (stupid, and unconscious of what he beholds), than not
Page 241 - The Maker of all these wonders is my friend.' The eyes of many have never been opened to see that they are trifles ; mine have been, and will be till they are closed forever. They think a

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