The Romance of Nature, Or, The Flower-seasons IllustratedCharles Tilt, 1836 - 253 страници |
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... meet the sun Who broke the clouds with one bright glance , And his jocund race begun . The crocus brought her sisters , too , The purple , pied , and white ; And the red - breast warbled merrily Above the flowerets bright .. Oh ! the ...
... meet the sun Who broke the clouds with one bright glance , And his jocund race begun . The crocus brought her sisters , too , The purple , pied , and white ; And the red - breast warbled merrily Above the flowerets bright .. Oh ! the ...
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... when thy fragrance breathes its faint perfume , And pallid droop thy petals round the stem , I will but think thy life one day has spent , And bid thee sweet sleep till we meet again . c 2 TO A VIOLET , GATHERED ON CHRISTMAS DAY . Sweet 19.
... when thy fragrance breathes its faint perfume , And pallid droop thy petals round the stem , I will but think thy life one day has spent , And bid thee sweet sleep till we meet again . c 2 TO A VIOLET , GATHERED ON CHRISTMAS DAY . Sweet 19.
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... meet for thoughts ? The pure , the chequer'd - gay and deep by turns ; A hue for every mood the bright things wear In their soft velvet coats- And let his name , Who thus entwined them in immortal song , Be ever honoured when they meet ...
... meet for thoughts ? The pure , the chequer'd - gay and deep by turns ; A hue for every mood the bright things wear In their soft velvet coats- And let his name , Who thus entwined them in immortal song , Be ever honoured when they meet ...
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... ; And , having prayed together , we Will goe with you along . We have short time to stay as you , We have as short a Spring : As quick a growth to meet decay As you , or any thing . We die As your hours doe , and drie Away 66.
... ; And , having prayed together , we Will goe with you along . We have short time to stay as you , We have as short a Spring : As quick a growth to meet decay As you , or any thing . We die As your hours doe , and drie Away 66.
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... meet Adonis , trod on a thorn , and that the blood from her celestial foot dyed the flower , which was then white , with its present dim purple . Herrick tells a story different from both these ; and though evidently the coinage of his ...
... meet Adonis , trod on a thorn , and that the blood from her celestial foot dyed the flower , which was then white , with its present dim purple . Herrick tells a story different from both these ; and though evidently the coinage of his ...
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Arbutus Autumn Bards Beaumont and Fletcher beauty bells Ben Jonson birds Blackberries bloom blossoms blue blush bonny brown bower breath breeze bright brow Carnation cheek colour Commeline Crocus daisy dance dear delicate delight Dianthus Chinensis doth e'en earth emblem fable fair fairy fancy favourite Fern fling floral floures Foxglove fragrant garden gaze gentle glorious Gorse graceful green Harebell hath head Heather Herrick Jasmine Jasmine tree kiss Ladye leaves light Lily Lobelia look loveliness lover maiden mede merry Narcissus Nature's ne'er neath Noble Kinsmen o'er pale Pan's Anniversary Pansy Passion Flowers peep perfume petals Pimpernel pink PLATE poems poetic Poets purple Queen rich Rose round scene season Shakspeare sigh sing smile Snowdrop soft song Spring stem Summer sweet tears tell thee things thou trees violet Wallflower wave wealth ween wind wind-flowers wings winter yellow young
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Страница 28 - At a fair vestal, throned by the west ; And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quenched in the chaste beams of the watery moon ; And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Страница 23 - And some have wept, and woo'd, and plighted troth, And chose their priest, ere we can cast off sloth: Many a green-gown has been given; Many a kiss, both odd and even: Many a glance too has been sent From out the eye, love's firmament; Many a jest told of the keys betraying This night, and locks pick'd, yet we're not aMaying.
Страница 44 - Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Страница 138 - The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd.
Страница 154 - Her clothes spread wide, And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up; Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes, As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and indu'd Unto that element; but long it could not be Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death.
Страница 52 - Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets ; Faint oxlips ; tender blue-bells, at whose birth The sod scarce heaved ; and that tall flower that wets Its mother's face with heaven-collected tears, When the low wind, its playmate's voice, it hears.
Страница 145 - T do confess thou'rt smooth and fair, And I might have gone near to love thee. Had I not found the slightest prayer That lips could speak, had power to move thee; But I can let thee now alone, As worthy to be loved by none.
Страница 136 - That fairer seemes the lesse ye see her may. Lo ! see soone after how more bold and free Her bared bosome she doth broad display ; Lo ! see soone after how she fades and falls away.
Страница 60 - Nay! not so much as out of bed; When all the birds have matins said, And sung their thankful hymns; 'tis sin, Nay, profanation to keep in, When as a thousand virgins on this day Spring, sooner than the lark, to fetch in May.
Страница 74 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.