Flowers; their moral, language, and poetry, ed. by H.G. AdamsHenry Gardiner Adams 1844 |
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... blessings that are scattered around us , for , as KEATS says : - " A thing of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us , and a sleep Full of ...
... blessings that are scattered around us , for , as KEATS says : - " A thing of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us , and a sleep Full of ...
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... blessings He hath vouch- safed us , all undeserving as we are , and taught by the ex- ample of the Flowers , whose tiny hands are ever clasped in adoration , whose breath is ever exhaled as an offer- ing of praise to the footstool of ...
... blessings He hath vouch- safed us , all undeserving as we are , and taught by the ex- ample of the Flowers , whose tiny hands are ever clasped in adoration , whose breath is ever exhaled as an offer- ing of praise to the footstool of ...
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... smile , and will the sneer- ing sceptic make a mockery of our words when we repeat this touching lesson ? " God loveth all his creatures , Doth bless them hour by hour ; Then will He not of man take heed , Who 22 MORAL OF FLOWERS .
... smile , and will the sneer- ing sceptic make a mockery of our words when we repeat this touching lesson ? " God loveth all his creatures , Doth bless them hour by hour ; Then will He not of man take heed , Who 22 MORAL OF FLOWERS .
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... bless thy name , That thou hast mantled the green earth with flowers , Linking our hearts to nature ! By the love Of their wild blossoms , our young footsteps first Into her deep recesses are beguiled , Her minster cells ; dark glen and ...
... bless thy name , That thou hast mantled the green earth with flowers , Linking our hearts to nature ! By the love Of their wild blossoms , our young footsteps first Into her deep recesses are beguiled , Her minster cells ; dark glen and ...
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... Thanks , blessings , love , for these , thy lavish boons , And , most of all , their heavenward influences , O Thou that gavest us flowers ! " FLOWERS ; AN INTRODUCTORY POEM . FOR THE ELEVENTH VOLUME 26 MORAL OF FLOWERS . 26.
... Thanks , blessings , love , for these , thy lavish boons , And , most of all , their heavenward influences , O Thou that gavest us flowers ! " FLOWERS ; AN INTRODUCTORY POEM . FOR THE ELEVENTH VOLUME 26 MORAL OF FLOWERS . 26.
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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 246 - All sadness but despair : now gentle gales, Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole Those balmy spoils.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...