The Wild Flowers of Early Spring: A Study of One Hundred Flowers Growing in the Suburbs of Cleveland and Throughout Northern OhioEast End Signal Print, 1894 - 69 pages |
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abundant American Wild Flowers Anemone anthers April Bellwort Bloodroot bloom blossoms Botanist and Florist bracts Buttercup calyx Canadensis Chickweed Claytonia Virginica cleft Cleveland Clover Collinsia color compound Corolla Cress dandelion Dicentra Dicentra Canadensis diphylla FAMILY feet high Figured in Botanist Figured in Native Figured in Outlines five petals five sepals five-cleft flora flower stem Flowers and Ferns Flowers.-White Grape Hyacinth green ground grows hairy heart-shaped Hepatica involucre June Know the Wild Lance-Leaved Violet leaf leaflets leafy Lessons in Botany lobed Mitella moist Native Flowers Northern Ohio oblong open woods orchid Outlines of Lessons pale Perennial Perianth petals petioled Phlox pink pistil Pistil.-One plant purple raceme Rich woods root seeds sepals sessile shaped slender Smilacina spathe species spur stamens Stamens.--Five stemless stigma style sweet Tiarella Trillium tube tuber tubular twelve inches high Two-Leaved umbel Viola Viola blanda Viola pubescens Viola rostrata Viola striata Virginica yellow
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Page 4 - And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers. The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace.
Page 39 - What had she in those dreary hours, Within her ice-rimmed bay, In common with the wild-wood flowers, The first sweet smiles of May ? Yet, " God be praised ! " the Pilgrim said, Who saw the blossoms peer Above the brown leaves, dry and dead, " Behold our Mayflower here ! " " God wills it : here our rest shall be, Our years of wandering o'er, For us the Mayflower of the sea Shall spread her sails no more.
Page 54 - JACK in the pulpit Preaches to-day Under the green trees Just over the way. Squirrel and song-sparrow High on their perch Hear the sweet lily-bells Ringing to church. Come, hear what his reverence Rises to say, In his low, painted pulpit This calm Sabbath day.
Page 26 - Good-Luck mystery By sign of four which few may see ; Symbol of Nature's magic zone, One out of three, and three in one; Emblem of comfort in the speech Which poor men's babies early reach; Sweet by the roadsides, sweet by rills, Sweet in the meadows, sweet on hills, Sweet in its white, sweet in its red, — Oh, half its sweetness cannot be said ; — Sweet in its every living breath, Sweetest, perhaps, at last, in death! Oh ! who knows what the Clover thinks ? No one ! unless the Bob-o'-links !...
Page 16 - When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Page 55 - So much for the preacher: The sermon comes next, — Shall we tell how he preached it, And where was his text? Alas ! like too many Grown-up folks who play At worship in churches Man-builded to-day, — We heard not the preacher Expound or discuss ; But we looked at the people, And they looked at us. We saw all their dresses, Their colors and shapes; The trim of their bonnets, The cut of their capes. We heard the wind-organ, The bee, and the bird, But of Jack in the Pulpit We heard not a word!
Page 10 - Alack, alack, is it not like that I So early waking, what with loathsome smells And shrieks like mandrakes...
Page 17 - Lay her i' the earth : And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring ! I tell thee churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling.
Page 34 - DEAR common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride uphold, High-hearted buccaneers, o'erjoyed that they An Eldorado in the grass have found, Which not the rich earth's ample round May match in wealth, thou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be.
Page 1 - I, country-born an' bred, know where to find Some blooms thet make the season suit the mind, An' seem to metch the doubtin' bluebird's notes, — Half-vent'rin' liverworts in furry coats, Bloodroots, whose rolled-up leaves ef you oncurl, Each on 'em 's cradle to a baby-pearl, — But these are jes...