Plant lore, legends and lyrics

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Sampson, Low, 1884 - 610 páginas

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III
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V
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XI
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XII
68
XIV
78
XXXII
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XXXIII
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XXXIV
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XXXV
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XXXVI
389
XXXVII
395
XXXVIII
402
XXXIX
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XVI
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XVII
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XIX
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XX
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XXII
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XXIV
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XXV
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XXVI
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XXVII
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XXIX
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XXX
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XXXI
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XL
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XLI
461
XLII
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XLIII
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XLIV
512
XLV
513
XLVI
538
XLVII
564
XLVIII
575
XLIX
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L
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LI
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Página 525 - King Lear ' : — " How fearful And dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low ! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles : half-way down Hangs one that gathers Samphire— dreadful trade 1 Methinks he seems no bigger than his head.
Página 68 - And I serve the Fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green : The Cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see ; Those be rubies, fairy favours : In those freckles live their savours.
Página 188 - brought a mixture of Myrrh and Aloes, about an hundred pound weight. Then took they the body of Jesus, and wound it in linen clothes with the spices, as the manner of Jews is to bury.
Página 208 - Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly, but it lies Deep-meadowed, happy, fair with orchard lawns, And bowery hollows crowned with Summer sea.
Página 58 - I will plant in the wilderness the Cedar, the Shittah tree and the Myrtle, and the Oil tree ; I will set in the desert the Fir tree and the Pine, and the Box tree together (xli., 19). The glory of Lebanon shall come unto
Página 542 - and the fact has been dramatised by Shakspeare, that Glo'ster, when he was contemplating the death of Hastings, asked the Bishop of Ely for Strawberries. "My lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn, I saw good Strawberries in your garden there.
Página 202 - down they cast Their crowns, inwove with Amaranth and gold— Immortal Amaranth, a flower which once In Paradise, fast by the tree of life, Began to bloom, but soon for man's offence To heaven removed, where first it grew.
Página 349 - We have been rambling all this night, And almost all this day; And now returned back again. We've brought you a branch of May. " A branch of May we have brought you, And at your door it stands ; It is but a sprout, but it's well budded out By the work of our Lord's hands.
Página 470 - Fetch me that flower — the herb I showed thee once; The juice of it, on sleeping eyelids laid, Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that it sees.
Página 440 - is grown, it is the greatest among herbs, and becometh a tree, so that the birds of the air come and lodge in the branches thereof

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