The Garden that I LoveMacmillan, 1895 - 168 páginas |
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admiration Alfred Austin Anemone Anemone apennina answered apple-trees apples artificial selection asked Autumn beautiful beds bloom bluebells border calceolarias charm Chatsworth chidden Chionodoxa Lucilia colour confess copse cottage Crown 8vo cultivated daffodils Dear Lamia delicate delight Dijon equanimity fade favourite feel flowers foxgloves fruit Gaillardia garden graceful grass grow heart herbaceous humour imagination irises kitchen-garden lawn leaves less lilies look Love can last Love could last lyric mind months Nature nectarines neighbouring never night observed once one's oneself orchard owner park peace perhaps petals Phloxes plant poem Poet Poet's Poet's Walk poetry pomologist primroses prose ringdove roses round scent season seems sense shade sing sometimes South Enclosure Spring Summer suppose sure sweet taste tea-roses tender things tion trees tulips Veronica verse wall wind Windflower Winter woodland yellow
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Página 79 - Is- it for thee the lark ascends and sings? Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings. Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat? Loves of his own and raptures swell the note. The bounding steed you pompously bestride, Shares with his lord the pleasure and the pride. Is thine alone the seed that strews the plain? The birds of heaven shall vindicate their grain.
Página 22 - Not wholly in the busy world, nor quite Beyond it, blooms the garden that I love. News from the humming city comes to it In sound of funeral or of marriage bells, And, sitting muffled in dark leaves, you hear The windy clanging of the minster clock ; Although between it and the garden lies A league of grass, wash'd by a slow broad stream.
Página 98 - Urania is heard within, singing : ' Now that milch-cows chew the cud Everywhere are roses, roses ; Here a-blow, and there a-bud, Here in pairs, and there in posies. Roses from the gable's cliff With pale flaky petals strowing All the garden-paths, as if Frolic Summer took to snowing.
Página 23 - Nullas Germanorum populis urbes habitari satis notum est; ne pati quidem inter se iunctas sedes. colunt discreti ac diversi, ut fons, ut campus, ut nemus placuit. vicos locant non in nostrum morem, conexis et cohaerentibus aedificiis: suam quisque domum spatio circumdat, sive adversus casus ignis remedium, sive inscitia aedificandi.
Página 133 - I have often required all my equanimity,—and, be it confessed, have occasionally lost it,—in discovering mishaps in the Garden that I Love. Yet, as a rule, when Nature disappoints your expectations, it will turn out, on due inquiry, that you have not treated her fairly. Therefore, suspect your own or somebody's shortcomings rather than those of Nature, when the harvest of your expenditure falls short. Doing things in good time is the main secret of successful gardening, which I did not acquire...
Página 90 - Then what an inharmonious note you struck last night,' said Lamia mercilessly, 'with your refrain, " If Love could last! if Love could last!" Surely that was the voice of a rebel ?' I was thinking that tender resignation is not rebellion, and should, perhaps, have found courage to say so, since the Poet remained silent under the reproach, had not Veronica, after a little fidgeting and a manifest heightening of her colour, said— ' He did not repeat the whole of the poem.' ' Is there more ?' I asked....
Página 2 - I had addressed was a mechanic, employed in some neighbouring railway works, and he evidently treated his spruce little plot like a machine, which ought never to be out of gear. He had cast aside the dress of his daily occupation, smartened himself up, and put on his best attire, as he always did when about to work among his flowers — as though the tidiness he exacted from them reacted on himself, and compelled him, in turn, to be spick-and-span when in their superior company. I had stopped to...
Página 11 - But if you only have the good sense to humour the uncertainty of Nature, it all comes right, if not to a day, much less to an hour, in the long run. The Springtime will not come to date ; Cloud, wind, and frost Man's reckoning mar. For bud and bloom you have to wait, Despite your ordered Calendar. If Nature worked by rule and square, Than Man what wiser would she be ? What wins us is her careless care, And true unpunctuality.
Página 1 - I COULD live in it,' he said. It was a little plot of ground, some fifteen feet square, abutting on the high-road, one of a succession of cottage-gardens, all of them of pretty much the same size, but each having a representative character of its own, and better or worse cultivated, more or less affectionately tended, according to the disposition, taste, and energy of the owner. This one was very formal, — but, indeed, from the 3 narrowness of their territory, they necessarily all had that characteristic,...