"Cabbage" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... kitchen-garden, in comparison with the flowers of the same varieties; and the diversity of fruit of the same species in the orchard, in comparison with the leaves and flowers of the same set of varieties. See how different the leaves of the cabbage are, and how extremely alike the flowers; how unlike the flowers of the heartsease are, and how alike the leaves; how much the fruit of the different kinds of gooseberries differ in size, colour, shape, and hairiness, and yet the flowers present very slight differences. ...
— On the Origin of Species - 6th Edition • Charles Darwin
... be sought ance: [must, once] They steek their een, an' grape an' wale [shut, eyes, grope, choose] For muckle anes an' straught anes. [big ones, straight] Poor hav'rel Will fell aff the drift, [foolish, lost the way] An' wander'd thro' the bow-kail, [cabbage] An' pou'd, for want o' better shift, [pulled, choice] A runt was like a sow-tail, [stalk] Sae bow'd, that ...
— Robert Burns - How To Know Him • William Allan Neilson
... walking-canes, and the materials of the painter's craft; but what far outstripped the other wonders of the place was the corner which had been arranged for the study of still-life. This formed a sort of rockery; conspicuous upon which, according to the principles of the art of composition, a cabbage was relieved against a copper kettle, and both contrasted with the ...
— The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition Vol. 5 (of 25) • Robert Louis Stevenson
... with pride. From time to time her people tried to hide their tears, and she made a sign of pitying them. Seeing that the dinner was on the table and nobody eating, she invited the doctor to take some soup, asking him to excuse the cabbage in it, which made it a common soup and unworthy of his acceptance. She herself took some soup and two eggs, begging her fellow-guests to excuse her for not serving them, pointing out that no knife or fork had ...
— Celebrated Crimes, Complete • Alexandre Dumas, Pere
... in lots through every gate, in baskets and boxes, Runs in every street, and cries at every corner: 'Buy my cherries!' and 'Buy my butter!' and 'Look at my salad!' 'Buy my onions!' and 'Here's your carrots!' and 'Spinage and parsley!' 'Lucifer matches! Lucifer matches!' 'Cabbage and turnips!' 'Here's your umbrellas!' 'Caraway-seed and juniper-berries! Cheap for cash, and all to be traded for sugar and coffee!' Say, Mr. Angel, didst ever drink coffee? how do you like it?" "Stop with y'r ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 9, No. 54, April, 1862 • Various
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