The Rose Book: A Practical Treatise on the Culture of the Rose. Comprising the Formation of the Rosarium, the Characters of Species and Varieties, Modes of Propagating, Planting, Pruning, Training and Preparing for Exhibition, and the Management of Roses in All Seasons
Groombridge, 1864 - 288 páginas
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Página 62 - There's a bower of roses by BENDEMEER'S§ stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Página 62 - There is another of this class, which conveys in a most elegant form a symbolical embodiment of the refining influences of the pure and the beautiful. " A traveler, in passing through a country in Persia, chanced to take into his hand a piece of clay which lay by the way-side ; and, to his surprise, he found it to exhale the most delightful fragrance: * Thou art but a poor piece of clay...
Página 63 - Thou art but a poor piece of clay,' said he, ' an unsightly, unattractive, poor piece of clay : yet how fragrant art thou ! How refreshing ! I admire thee, I love thee ; thou shalt be my companion, I will carry thee in my bosom. But whence hast thou this fragrance...