History of Cultivated Vegetables: Comprising Their Botanical, Medicinal, Edible, and Chemical Qualities; Natural History; and Relation to Art, Science, and Commerce, Volume 2

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H. Colburn and Company, 1822

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Page 285 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Page 378 - And Boaz said unto her, At mealtime come thou hither, and eat of the bread, and dip thy morsel in the vinegar. And she sat beside the reapers: and he reached her parched corn, and she did eat, and was sufficed, and left.
Page 204 - 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. The fishermen that walk upon the beach Appear like mice, and yon tall anchoring bark Diminish'd to her cock, her cock a buoy Almost too small for sight.
Page 106 - And Joseph made it a law over the land of Egypt unto this day, that Pharaoh should have the fifth part ; except the land of the priests only, which became not Pharaoh's.
Page 233 - And when the children of Israel saw it, they said one to another : It is manna : for they wist not what it was. And Moses said unto them : This is the bread which the Lord hath given you to eat.
Page 68 - Falsely luxurious, will not man awake ; And, springing from the bed of sloth, enjoy The cool, the fragrant, and the silent hour, To meditation due and sacred song ? For is there aught in sleep "Can charm the wise ? To lie in dead oblivion, losing half The fleeting moments of too short a life ; Total extinction of th' enlighten'd soul ! Or else to feverish vanity alive, Wilderd, and tossing through distemper'd dreams?
Page 137 - Come, thou shall form my nosegay now, And I will bind thee round my brow; And as I twine the mournful wreath, I'll weave a melancholy song : And sweet the strain shall be and long, The melody of death. Come, funeral...
Page 129 - The labours of a god we recompense. See, from afar, yon rock that mates the sky, About whose feet such heaps of rubbish lie ; Such indigested ruin ; bleak and bare, How desert now it stands, exposed in air!
Page 304 - Sir, I did not count your glasses of wine, why should you number up my cups of tea ? " And then laughing in perfect good humour he added — " Sir, I should have released the lady from any further trouble, if it had not been for your remark ; but you have reminded me that I want one of the dozen, and I must request Mrs. Cumberland to round up my number...
Page 137 - And we will sleep a pleasant sleep, And not a care shall dare intrude, To break the marble solitude, So peaceful and so deep. And hark ! the wind-god, as he flies, Moans hollow in the forest trees, And sailing on the gusty breeze, Mysterious music dies. Sweet flower ! that requiem wild is mine, It warns me to the lonely shrine, The cold turf-altar of the dead ; My grave shall be in yon lone spot, Where as I lie, by all forgot, A dying fragrance thou wilt o'er my ashes shed.

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