A Catalogue of Plants Growing in the Vicinity of Berwick Upon Tweed

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J. White, 1807 - Botany - 125 pages
 

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Page vii - ... grimace, but reverently, With covered face and upward, earnest eye. Hail, Sabbath ! thee I hail, the poor man's day. The pale mechanic now has leave to breathe The morning air pure from the city's smoke ; While wandering slowly up the river-side He meditates on Him whose power he marks...
Page vi - A critic fly, whose feeble ray scarce spreads An inch around, with blind presumption bold, Should dare to tax the structure of the whole. And lives the man, whose universal eye Has swept at once th...
Page 126 - Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to him whose sun exalts, Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints.
Page vi - ... unbounded scheme of things; Mark'd their dependance so, and firm accord, As with unfaultering accent to conclude That this availeth nought? Has any seen The mighty chain of beings, lessening down From Infinite Perfection to the brink Of dreary nothing — desolate abyss ! From which astonish'd thought, recoiling, turns?
Page vi - Hail, Source of Being ! Universal Soul Of Heaven and Earth ! Essential Presence, hail ! To Thee I bend the knee ; to Thee my thoughts Continual climb ; who, with a master-hand, Hast the great whole into perfection touch'd.
Page vii - Stands each attractive plant , and sucks , and swells The juicy tide; a twining mass of tubes. At THY command the vernal sun awakes The torpid sap , detruded to the root By wintry winds , that now in fluent dance. And lively fermentation , mounting , spread* All this innumerous-coloured scene of things.
Page vii - The juicy tide — a twining mass of tubes. At thy command the vernal sun awakes The torpid sap, detruded to the root By wintry winds, that now in fluent dance, And lively fermentation, mounting, spreads 570 All this innumerous-colour'd scene of things.
Page v - In vain, or not for admirable ends. Shall little haughty ignorance pronounce His works unwise, of which the smallest part Exceeds the narrow vision of her mind?
Page xvi - Their powers mysterious let thy knowledge shift, Their useful poisons, and their healing gift ; Where'er they rise, no part of earth is lost, Since e'en the desert may its beauty boast.
Page xvii - Yet to these humbler tribes has prudent Heaven Imperfect life and narrowed instinct given. The brute creation, nearer to our own, Less strangers too, with happier ease are known. Whether as subjects or as foes they live, Or with their friendship their attendance...

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