Flowers; their moral, language, and poetry, ed. by H.G. AdamsHenry Gardiner Adams 1844 |
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... spirit ; but to the poor , the lowly , and the fallen , they are as sympathising friends , whisper- ing words of comfort and hope , sharing their sorrows , and thus rendering the burden easier to bear , for , - " When we are sad , to ...
... spirit ; but to the poor , the lowly , and the fallen , they are as sympathising friends , whisper- ing words of comfort and hope , sharing their sorrows , and thus rendering the burden easier to bear , for , - " When we are sad , to ...
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... spirits are ye - ministering angels ! and he who wrote the following stanza approaches the subject with a proper feeling of reverence ; - " Flowers are holy things - the poet ever Proud to his kind , hath bent the knee to them , And ...
... spirits are ye - ministering angels ! and he who wrote the following stanza approaches the subject with a proper feeling of reverence ; - " Flowers are holy things - the poet ever Proud to his kind , hath bent the knee to them , And ...
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... spirits , and the perfume of all these flowers . " It has been our object in the foregoing pages , and will be in those ... spirit akin to our own ; it is good to bear about with us ever a deep sense of the presence of the Creator in His ...
... spirits , and the perfume of all these flowers . " It has been our object in the foregoing pages , and will be in those ... spirit akin to our own ; it is good to bear about with us ever a deep sense of the presence of the Creator in His ...
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... spirit , we now address ourselves , in the words of Mrs. Hemans : - " O Father , Lord ! The All - beneficent ! I bless thy name , That thou hast mantled the green earth with flowers , Linking our hearts to nature ! By the love Of their ...
... spirit , we now address ourselves , in the words of Mrs. Hemans : - " O Father , Lord ! The All - beneficent ! I bless thy name , That thou hast mantled the green earth with flowers , Linking our hearts to nature ! By the love Of their ...
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... spirit of pervading love , O'er the wildest solitude . " Oh ! the seed was thrown those wastes among In a bless'd and gracious hour , For the lorn one rose in heart made strong , By the lonely , loneliest flower ! " THE FLOWER OF ...
... spirit of pervading love , O'er the wildest solitude . " Oh ! the seed was thrown those wastes among In a bless'd and gracious hour , For the lorn one rose in heart made strong , By the lonely , loneliest flower ! " THE FLOWER 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...