Flowers; their moral, language, and poetry, ed. by H.G. AdamsHenry Gardiner Adams 1844 |
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... true happiness ; the feverish joys of the world are short - lived and unsatisfactory ; like gilded dreams that haunt the sick man's couch , making his waking hours more painful from the contrast , they are ever mingled with alloys ; it ...
... true happiness ; the feverish joys of the world are short - lived and unsatisfactory ; like gilded dreams that haunt the sick man's couch , making his waking hours more painful from the contrast , they are ever mingled with alloys ; it ...
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... true , His great Creator's hand . Great God ! with pure and wise design , Still , still ' mid all we see , Thou blendest thus some mystic sign- Some voice which breathes of Thee ! WARD'S MISCELLANY . THE USE OF FLOWERS . BY MARY HOWITT ...
... true , His great Creator's hand . Great God ! with pure and wise design , Still , still ' mid all we see , Thou blendest thus some mystic sign- Some voice which breathes of Thee ! WARD'S MISCELLANY . THE USE OF FLOWERS . BY MARY HOWITT ...
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... true professor of the gentle art , Deep read in that sweet lore , which well he teaches , A mystic language , perfect in each part , Made up of bright - hued thoughts , and perfumed speeches ; A goodly book he hath , wherefrom to draw ...
... true professor of the gentle art , Deep read in that sweet lore , which well he teaches , A mystic language , perfect in each part , Made up of bright - hued thoughts , and perfumed speeches ; A goodly book he hath , wherefrom to draw ...
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... true are sighing , And deck with emblematic bloom The pillow of the dying ; And softly speak , nor speak in vain , Of the long sleep and broken chain ; And say , that He who from the dust Recalls the slumbering flower , Will surely ...
... true are sighing , And deck with emblematic bloom The pillow of the dying ; And softly speak , nor speak in vain , Of the long sleep and broken chain ; And say , that He who from the dust Recalls the slumbering flower , Will surely ...
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... true philosophy That the spirit when set free , Still lingers about its olden home In the blossom and the tree ; It is very strange , that our pulses thrill At the tint of a voiceless thing , And our hearts yearn so with tenderness , In ...
... true philosophy That the spirit when set free , Still lingers about its olden home In the blossom and the tree ; It is very strange , that our pulses thrill At the tint of a voiceless thing , And our hearts yearn so with tenderness , In ...
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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...