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  • Eugene, the wreath of Lilies, Evergreen, Palm, and Amaranth -- the honey of Hybla -- the many-leaved nest of the little architect, in which you may swing through the storms of the finite, into the deep and cloudless blue of the infinite, -- are now before you!

    The Continental Monthly, Vol. III, No. V, May, 1863 Devoted to Literature and National Policy

  • First the little, soft, many-leaved dandelion, the orange disk that Henry Ward Beecher said was the most democratic flower in the world, for it blossoms in every land; and the pale early primroses, and golden crocuses and fragrant narcissus, the tender jonquil, the marigold and daffodil - they have all bloomed in their sweet time, for spring loves to pattern her green carpet with these delicate shades of yellow.

    My beloved South,

  • The first skidway he scaled with care, laying his rule flat across the face of each log, entering the figures on his many-leaved tablets of beech, marking the timbers swiftly with his blue crayon.

    Blazed Trail Stories and Stories of the Wild Life

  • "Why! what's the matter?" asked Katy, looking up from the many-leaved journal from Clover over which she was poring.

    What Katy Did Next

  • Then the Dwarf beheld her fairness, and the wild-wood many-leaved

    The House of the Wolfings

  • These duties, so tiresome and unprofitable in time of peace, were the ground in which the seed sprang up, which produced these many-leaved and calm night-flowers.

    Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli

  • No heavenly sweetness of saint or martyr, no many-leaved Raphael, no golden

    Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli

  • The old mythology is but a leaf in that book; for it peopled the world with spiritual natures; and science, many-leaved, still spreads before us the same tale of wonder.

    Morals and Dogma of the Ancient and Accepted Scottish Rite of Freemasonry

  • And who was he, who thought there were more things in heaven and earth, than were dreamt of in old philosophies, who kept his tables always by him for open questions? and whose tablets -- whose many-leaved tablets, are they then, that are tumbled out upon us here, glowing with 'all saws, all forms, all pressures past, that youth and observation copied there.'

    The Philosophy of the Plays of Shakspere Unfolded

  • No heavenly sweetness of saint or martyr, no many-leaved Raphael, no golden

    Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli, Volume I


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