Flowers; their moral, language, and poetry, ed. by H.G. AdamsHenry Gardiner Adams 1844 |
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... breeze that waves a flower . " Yes ! " Flowers are holy things " and meet objects of our reverence as well as admiration ; they claim from us both love and homage , the former for their ineffable beauty and sweetness , and the latter ...
... breeze that waves a flower . " Yes ! " Flowers are holy things " and meet objects of our reverence as well as admiration ; they claim from us both love and homage , the former for their ineffable beauty and sweetness , and the latter ...
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... breeze , they wind Where'er the streams a passage find ; Up from their native ground they rise In mute , aerial harmonies , From humble violet , modest thyme Exhaled , the essential odours climb , As if no space below the sky Their ...
... breeze , they wind Where'er the streams a passage find ; Up from their native ground they rise In mute , aerial harmonies , From humble violet , modest thyme Exhaled , the essential odours climb , As if no space below the sky Their ...
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... breeze , The young are gathering flowers , And life is a tale of poetry , That is told by golden hours . " - N . P. WILLIS . It is then that flowers are to us a source of exquisite , soul - thrilling delight ; we revel amid them as ...
... breeze , The young are gathering flowers , And life is a tale of poetry , That is told by golden hours . " - N . P. WILLIS . It is then that flowers are to us a source of exquisite , soul - thrilling delight ; we revel amid them as ...
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... breeze the long And glossy tresses , that had drank the wave In that low bend ; and raising up their eyes Like dewy stars , pause there awhile , to watch With playful smiles the childish groups that dip Their eager hands to catch the ...
... breeze the long And glossy tresses , that had drank the wave In that low bend ; and raising up their eyes Like dewy stars , pause there awhile , to watch With playful smiles the childish groups that dip Their eager hands to catch the ...
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... breeze ; There's odour in their very name , which to the thought- ful brain , Comes with refreshing influence , like April's pleasant rain : The rose that to the sun's warm kiss uplifts its blush- ing cheek , Is but a rainbow type of ...
... breeze ; There's odour in their very name , which to the thought- ful brain , Comes with refreshing influence , like April's pleasant rain : The rose that to the sun's warm kiss uplifts its blush- ing cheek , Is but a rainbow type of ...
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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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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...