Flowers; their moral, language, and poetry, ed. by H.G. AdamsHenry Gardiner Adams 1844 |
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... tomb ! And He , whose brow the Wreath of Thorns had prest , Not only bore for us Death's cruel doom , But won the thornless Crown of amaranthine bloom ! SONNET , From " Thoughts during Sickness . " BY MRS . HEMAN S. Welcome , O pure and ...
... tomb ! And He , whose brow the Wreath of Thorns had prest , Not only bore for us Death's cruel doom , But won the thornless Crown of amaranthine bloom ! SONNET , From " Thoughts during Sickness . " BY MRS . HEMAN S. Welcome , O pure and ...
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... tomb- O lonely , loneliest flower ! I said - but a low voice made reply , " Lament not for the flower ! Though its blossoms all unmark'd must die , They have had a glorious dower . 66 ' Though it blooms afar from the minstrel's way ...
... tomb- O lonely , loneliest flower ! I said - but a low voice made reply , " Lament not for the flower ! Though its blossoms all unmark'd must die , They have had a glorious dower . 66 ' Though it blooms afar from the minstrel's way ...
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... tomb , Ye are the eyes of Nature ! her best gem- With you she tints her face with living bloom , And breathes delight in gales of rich perfume : Emblems are ye of heaven , and heavenly joy , And starry brilliance in a world of gloom ...
... tomb , Ye are the eyes of Nature ! her best gem- With you she tints her face with living bloom , And breathes delight in gales of rich perfume : Emblems are ye of heaven , and heavenly joy , And starry brilliance in a world of gloom ...
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... tomb , Beneath the ancient yew , that fills The churchyard with its gloom . The crimson blush of dappled dawn Wakes all sweet things in bower and brake , The bird , the flower , the lamb , the fawn- But she may never wake . Yet often in ...
... tomb , Beneath the ancient yew , that fills The churchyard with its gloom . The crimson blush of dappled dawn Wakes all sweet things in bower and brake , The bird , the flower , the lamb , the fawn- But she may never wake . Yet often in ...
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... tomb . When they look up , and in the clouds admire The lessening shaft of that aerial spire , So be their thoughts uplifted from the sod , Where Time's brief flowers they gather - to their God . THE YOUNG QUESTIONER . BY W. H. PRIDEAUX ...
... tomb . When they look up , and in the clouds admire The lessening shaft of that aerial spire , So be their thoughts uplifted from the sod , Where Time's brief flowers they gather - to their God . THE YOUNG QUESTIONER . BY W. H. PRIDEAUX ...
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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...