Featuring updated text and a wealth of new color photographs, this classic text on Chinese plants offers an enriched exploration of the flora of China. The new edition enhances the original content, making it a valuable resource for both enthusiasts and scholars interested in botany and the unique plant life found in China.
The genus Cotoneaster includes some of the world's most useful and beautiful hardy shrubs. They vary in size from compact groundcovers to large specimens; their foliage may be evergreen or deciduous, sometimes displaying outstanding fall color; and they frequently bear large crops of eye-catching fruits, which may be red, orange, yellow, pink, purple, or black. Often thought of as the workhorses of the garden, they possess many ornamental traits and are easy to cultivate, putting them on a par with garden aristocrats like viburnums and daphnes. Although the number of species and selections in cultivation is relatively small, that is bound to change as gardeners and nursery owners become better acquainted with the merits of these worthy plants.Cotoneasters is the definitive treatment on the genus and the culmination of 50 years of combined prodigious research. It is a monumental and comprehensive source of information on the classification, identification, cultivation, and nomenclature of nearly all the known species and cultivars.
Shylock speaks:“This man abused me, so many times, laughed at my loses… my gainsScorned my people, thwarted my deals… causing such heartfelt painsHe’s heated my foes, cooled off my friends, why does he do such things?I’m not of his race or religion… from that… his enmity springs.“Have I not eyes? Have I not hands, organs, passion and heart?Do I not eat, fall ill, get healed? If slapped, do I not smart?If I am pricked, do I not bleed? If tickled, do I not squirm?If I am poisoned, would I not die, like him, lie feeding the worms?“If we are wronged, should we not fight, as you have taught us to do?That which you taught us, we will improve, it will, go harder for you!”
Parrot was very angry indeed. He was also very wet. Although he had heard the cry to abandon ship, and had even seen the sailors jumping into the lifeboat, before he could jump in too, the huge, towering wave swept him spluttering and squawking over the side.' After this dramatic start, Parrot, a bird who has forgotten how to fly having spent most of his life on perches or human shoulders, has to learn how to survive in a wide open and at times dangerous sea. But he is not alone, a handful of other animals share his shipwrecked fate and place their trust in him to see them through. Parrot Takes Command is a delightful book full of adult relationship themes covered at a child's level. It is funny, a little dangerous and is beautifully illustrated.
Celebrated plantsman Roy Lancaster's chance find of a Mexican tobacco plant in a local allotment sowed the seeds of his future career. In this, the story of his life with plants, we hear about his experiences at home and abroad and the plants, insects, birds and people he met along the way.
Richard speaks his thoughts: ""But I--born crude, with hum-ped back and wretched, misformed shape, whose visage makes dogs snarl and bark, and grown men stand and gape--am not well built for sporting tricks, 'tis plain for all to see, a lover I will never prove, so villain I will be."" With this simple verse, the essence of Richard and what drives him to his evil excesses is captured, and this format of Shakespearean style verse continues throughout the book to cover the entire play, including notable real life events, such as the War of the Roses, the Princes in the Tower and the ultimate end of Richard at the Battle of Bosworth.
Macbeth, with the murder on his mind, has a vision.“Is this a dagger I can see… see but cannot touch?The hilt is turned toward my hand, but still… I cannot clutch.It is a dagger… of the mind to lead me to his roomAlthough unreal, it’s like the one I draw to seal his doom.”He draws his dagger.“I must move soft, that no one hears my footsteps on the stoneIn silence then I make my way, my presence never known…”A bell rings.“The signal sounds, the time has come for Duncan… it’s a knellI go… it’s done, I send him now to heaven, or… to hell.”He enters the room.End of Scene 1
Cunningly, and little by little, Iago begins to undermine Othello’s faith in Desdemona’s fidelity whilst appearing to be reluctant to say anything at all…“So, speak to me your feelings, the good as well as bad.”“Oh my Lord,” replied Iago, “such an order makes me sad,For although in acts of duty, in every way I’m bound,As a man who’s free, I am not bound, to give my thinking sound.”“Why, say my thoughts were vile and false…as thoughts can oft times be,What if I were mistaken Sir, would you then take note of me?Why then build a troubled mind, with what is vague…unsure?It would not serve your interest so…do not press me, I implore.”“My interest?” Othello asked, “What is it that you mean?” “I’ll explain Sir,” said Iago, “let me set for you…a scene.Steal the purse of a man or woman, very little have they lost,But, steal from them their good name…and they cannot count the cost.”
The first book in a gaslamp fantasy romance series.
