Gift of Flowers: Love's Wreath for 1854Rufus Wilmot Griswold Leavitt & Allen, 1854 - 287 стор. |
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... drooping as day droop'd too , Fell into pavilions white , purple , and blue , To roof the glow - worm from the evening dew . And from this undefiled paradise The flowers ( as an infant's awakening eyes Smile on its mother , whose ...
... drooping as day droop'd too , Fell into pavilions white , purple , and blue , To roof the glow - worm from the evening dew . And from this undefiled paradise The flowers ( as an infant's awakening eyes Smile on its mother , whose ...
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... drooping , and white , and wan , Like the head and the skin of a dying man . And Indian plants , of scent and hue The sweetest that ever were fed on dew , Leaf after leaf , day by day , Were massed into the common clay . And the leaves ...
... drooping , and white , and wan , Like the head and the skin of a dying man . And Indian plants , of scent and hue The sweetest that ever were fed on dew , Leaf after leaf , day by day , Were massed into the common clay . And the leaves ...
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... droop'd and fell , And the flower had flown away . I look'd where the leaves were laid , In withering paleness , by ; And as gloomy thoughts stole on me , said , There's many a sweet and blooming maid Who will soon as dimly die . THE ...
... droop'd and fell , And the flower had flown away . I look'd where the leaves were laid , In withering paleness , by ; And as gloomy thoughts stole on me , said , There's many a sweet and blooming maid Who will soon as dimly die . THE ...
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... drooping leaves , Thou seemest for that light to mourn , Like unto one who fondly grieves The hours that stay some friend's return . We cannot trace the hidden power Which folds thine azure 72 THE POETRY OF FLOWERS , Cupid and the dial ...
... drooping leaves , Thou seemest for that light to mourn , Like unto one who fondly grieves The hours that stay some friend's return . We cannot trace the hidden power Which folds thine azure 72 THE POETRY OF FLOWERS , Cupid and the dial ...
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... drooping in the quiet night . Like unto those who freely spend Their kindness in our happier hours , But should affliction want a friend , They prove the sun's adoring flowers . W HUMAN FLOWERS . BY WILLIAM HOWITT . SWEET Lucy THE ...
... drooping in the quiet night . Like unto those who freely spend Their kindness in our happier hours , But should affliction want a friend , They prove the sun's adoring flowers . W HUMAN FLOWERS . BY WILLIAM HOWITT . SWEET Lucy THE ...
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Amaranth BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath BERNARD BARTON bloom blossoms blue blush bosom boughs bowers breast breath breeze bright BROKEN FLOWER buds charms cheek child cloud cold Cowslip DAFFODILS daisy dead dear delight dost doth dreams drooping earth fair fairest Fancy crown flowerets fragrance gale garden gaze gentle flower glow golden grace green hath heart heaven hour JOHN KEATS JOHN STERLING leaf leaves life's light lily little rose lone look'd love's MELROSE ABBEY morning Narcissus nature's ne'er NOSEGAY nymph o'er odours pale pass'd perfume pride primrose purple rill round scarlet pimpernel scent sensitive plant shade shed shine showers sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring star stream summer sunny sweet tears tender thee thine thou art thought tomb tree twine vale vernal violet wall-flower weep wild wind wind-flower wing winter wither'd
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Сторінка 31 - And the Naiad-like lily of the vale, Whom youth makes so fair and passion so pale, That the light of its tremulous bells is seen Through their pavilions of tender green...
Сторінка 215 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Сторінка 118 - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale prim-roses That die unmarried ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength...
Сторінка 122 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is given.
Сторінка 156 - And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers ; But one thing want these banks of Rhine, — Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine...
Сторінка 127 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired; Bid her come forth! Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Сторінка 214 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
Сторінка 231 - THERE is a flower, a little flower, With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky. The prouder beauties of the field In gay but quick succession shine, Race after race their honours yield, They flourish and decline. But this small flower, to Nature dear, While moons and stars their courses run, Wreathes the whole circle of the year, Companion of the Sun.
Сторінка 22 - Neath cloistered boughs each floral bell that swingeth And tolls its perfume on the passing air Makes Sabbath in the fields, and ever ringeth A call to prayer : Not to the domes where crumbling arch and column Attest the feebleness of mortal hand, But to that fane most catholic and solemn Which God hath plann'd,— To that cathedral, boundless as our wonder, Whose quenchless lamps the sun and moon supply, Its choir the winds and waves, its organ thunder, Its dome the sky.