Flowers; their moral, language, and poetry, ed. by H.G. AdamsHenry Gardiner Adams 1844 |
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... hands are ever clasped in adoration , whose breath is ever exhaled as an offer- ing of praise to the footstool of their Maker , we become resigned , nay , even cheerful , and prompted by feelings of gratitude , our thoughts ...
... hands are ever clasped in adoration , whose breath is ever exhaled as an offer- ing of praise to the footstool of their Maker , we become resigned , nay , even cheerful , and prompted by feelings of gratitude , our thoughts ...
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... hand hath dared to sever One of those heavenly children from its stem , His soul hath wept , to think that it could ... hands Felt safe , unsoiled , nor lost one grain of gold . " W. S. LANDOR What says JEAN PAUL RICHTER ? " There are so ...
... hand hath dared to sever One of those heavenly children from its stem , His soul hath wept , to think that it could ... hands Felt safe , unsoiled , nor lost one grain of gold . " W. S. LANDOR What says JEAN PAUL RICHTER ? " There are so ...
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... hand of God hath made it , and where'er The flow'ret blooms , there God is present also . " These are the words of LADY FLORA HASTINGS , and in them we recognize a spirit akin to our own ; it is good to bear about with us ever a deep ...
... hand of God hath made it , and where'er The flow'ret blooms , there God is present also . " These are the words of LADY FLORA HASTINGS , and in them we recognize a spirit akin to our own ; it is good to bear about with us ever a deep ...
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... hand . Great God ! with pure and wise design , Still , still ' mid all we see , Thou blendest thus some mystic sign- Some voice which breathes of Thee ! WARD'S MISCELLANY . THE USE OF FLOWERS . BY MARY HOWITT . God 34 MORAL OF FLOWERS .
... hand . Great God ! with pure and wise design , Still , still ' mid all we see , Thou blendest thus some mystic sign- Some voice which breathes of Thee ! WARD'S MISCELLANY . THE USE OF FLOWERS . BY MARY HOWITT . God 34 MORAL OF FLOWERS .
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... where crumbling arch and column Attest the feebleness of mortal hand , But to that fane , most catholic and solemn , Which God hath planned . " To that cathedral , boundless as our wonder , Whose 38 MORAL OF FLOWERS ,
... where crumbling arch and column Attest the feebleness of mortal hand , But to that fane , most catholic and solemn , Which God hath planned . " To that cathedral , boundless as our wonder , Whose 38 MORAL OF FLOWERS ,
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adorn Almighty band beautiful bells bend beneath blessing bloom blossoms blue blush bosom bough bowers breath breeze bride bright Bring flowers brow buds CAROLINE BOWLES CHARLOTTE SMITH charm connecting space cowslips crown daisy dead deck delicate delight doth dream e'en earth EBENEZER ELLIOT ELIZA RENNIE Elves eyes fair fairest fairy fields floral fragrance fresh gale garden garlands gather gentle grace grass grave green grove grow hand harebells hath heart heaven holy hope hour Language of Flowers leaves light lily look love ye loveliness maiden mountain N. P. WILLIS nature nature's neath night nosegays o'er odours pale pale flowers perfume plants pleasant poet primrose purple queen rich rose says scent sighs singing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stream strew summer sweetest tears thee thou thought tomb trees vale violet wandering waving wild banks wild flowers woods
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Страница 21 - I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Страница 121 - I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with lush woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Страница 248 - SMALL service is true service while it lasts : Of humblest Friends, bright Creature ! scorn not one : The Daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dew-drop from the Sun.
Страница 85 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man! How passing wonder He who made him such, Who centred in our make such strange extremes!
Страница 229 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Страница 132 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry, On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily: Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Страница 47 - Thus there are two books from whence I collect my divinity ; besides that written one of God, another of His servant nature, that universal and public manuscript, that lies expansed unto the eyes of all...
Страница 246 - All sadness but despair : now gentle gales, Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole Those balmy spoils.
Страница 238 - Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread. And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand ; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble ; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death Welcoming...
Страница 237 - Go thou to Rome, — at once the Paradise, The grave, the city, and the wilderness; And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise, And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread...