The Romance of Nature, Or, The Flower-seasons IllustratedCharles Tilt, 1836 - 253 страници |
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... breeze , And the May - buds peep on the hawthorn trees , And the orchards dress in their gayest gear , — ' Tis the holiday - time of the circling year : And bid the birds sing on each branch and spray , While the gay flowers dance in ...
... breeze , And the May - buds peep on the hawthorn trees , And the orchards dress in their gayest gear , — ' Tis the holiday - time of the circling year : And bid the birds sing on each branch and spray , While the gay flowers dance in ...
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... breeze That scarcely stirs the nodding leaves of trees ; So when this warre , which tempest - like doth spoil Our salt , our corne , our honie , wine , and oil , Falls to a temper , and doth mildly cast His inconsiderate frenzie off at ...
... breeze That scarcely stirs the nodding leaves of trees ; So when this warre , which tempest - like doth spoil Our salt , our corne , our honie , wine , and oil , Falls to a temper , and doth mildly cast His inconsiderate frenzie off at ...
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... breeze , enwreathed and loaded with clustering swarms of flowers , Speaking their perfume to the tell - tale air , Who , gently whispering , will gaily go , And all around the fragrant message bear . Come , let us rest this hawthorn ...
... breeze , enwreathed and loaded with clustering swarms of flowers , Speaking their perfume to the tell - tale air , Who , gently whispering , will gaily go , And all around the fragrant message bear . Come , let us rest this hawthorn ...
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... breeze , and we look from the gay , gold- coloured butterfly - blossoms it bears on the walls , to the small and more delicate white ones of the gardens , and know not which are most beautiful . The Guelder Rose trees look as if ...
... breeze , and we look from the gay , gold- coloured butterfly - blossoms it bears on the walls , to the small and more delicate white ones of the gardens , and know not which are most beautiful . The Guelder Rose trees look as if ...
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... breeze of Spring . Few trees are so magnificent in foliage as the horse - chesnut , with its large fan - like leaves , far more resembling those of some tropical plant than the garb of a forest tree in climes like ours ; but when these ...
... breeze of Spring . Few trees are so magnificent in foliage as the horse - chesnut , with its large fan - like leaves , far more resembling those of some tropical plant than the garb of a forest tree in climes like ours ; but when these ...
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Страница 122 - The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses...
Страница 122 - 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 dyed.
Страница 75 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.
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 61 - FAIR Daffodils! we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
Страница 122 - 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. The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair ; The roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame, another white despair...
Страница 122 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
Страница 66 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. 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.
Страница 44 - Winter suddenly was changed to Spring ; And gentle odours led my steps astray, Mixed with a sound of waters murmuring Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, But kibsed it and then fled, as thou mightest in dream.
Страница 122 - 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. So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortall life the leafe, the bud, the flowre...