martagon

Trumpet lilies are bursting into bloom; the scarlet martagon is at its best; _speciosum_, tiger, and American Turk's cap lilies are yet to follow.

Scientific American Supplement, No. 299, September 24, 1881

He led them, between vines and fruit trees and beds of martagon and mirasolus, to the lion-house in his garden.

Vergilius A Tale of the Coming of Christ

Here and there the scarlet martagon (Lilium chalcedonicum), bright blue or yellow gingers; red, orange, yellow, and pure white orchids; pale lobelias, &c.; but they do not mar the general greenness.

The Last Journals of David Livingstone from 1865 to His Death

In the month of July a gorgeous assemblage of martagon lilies take the place of the lupine and trilliums; these splendid lilies vary from orange to the brightest scarlet; various species of sunflowers and

Canadian Crusoes

The red martagon grows abundantly on our plains; the dog's tooth violet, _Erythronium_, with its spotted leaves and bending yellow blossom, delicately dashed with crimson spots within, and marked with fine purple lines on the outer part of the petal, proves a great attraction in our woods, where these plants increase: they form a beautiful bed; the leaves come up singly, one from each separate tuber.

The Backwoods of Canada Being Letters From The Wife of an Emigrant Officer, Illustrative of the Domestic Economy of British America

They are types of martagon lily, with smallish reflexed flowers beautifully held on a stem about 45cm 18in tall.

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The aconites, martagon lilies and leucojums that once thrived have been replaced by mud.

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I send you two martagon roots, and some jonquils; and have added some prints, two enamelled Pictures, and three medals.

The Letters of Horace Walpole, Earl of Orford — Volume 4

L. martagon is a true turkscap species that seeds itself freely in my garden and even appears in paving cracks. it is a rather muddy purple but

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Nowhere in literature has the virtue of mere innocent gladness been more charmingly imagined than in her morning outbreak of expectancy, half animal glee, half spiritual joy; the “whole sunrise, not to be suppressed” is a limitless splendour, but the reflected beam cast up from the splash of her ewer and dancing on her poor ceiling is the same in kind; in the shrub-house up the hill-side are great exotic blooms, but has not Pippa her one martagon lily, over which she queens it?

Robert Browning