Flowers; their moral, language, and poetry, ed. by H.G. AdamsHenry Gardiner Adams 1844 |
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... bells bend beneath the dew - drops ' weight . " We know not who is the author of these fine lines , which we shall worthily follow with a practical admo- nition , drawn from the rich poetical treasury of simple- hearted JOHN CLARE . " O ...
... bells bend beneath the dew - drops ' weight . " We know not who is the author of these fine lines , which we shall worthily follow with a practical admo- nition , drawn from the rich poetical treasury of simple- hearted JOHN CLARE . " O ...
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... bells ; Through dewy leaves , of many a wild perfume Greeting the wanderer of the hill and grove Like sudden music ; more than this ye bring- Far more ; ye whisper of the all - fostering love , Which thus hath clothed you , and whose ...
... bells ; Through dewy leaves , of many a wild perfume Greeting the wanderer of the hill and grove Like sudden music ; more than this ye bring- Far more ; ye whisper of the all - fostering love , Which thus hath clothed you , and whose ...
Strona 32
... bell , On a suffering human breast . " A wanderer came , as a stricken deer , O'er the waste of burning sand , He bore the wound of an Arab spear , He fled from a ruthless band . " And dreams of home in a troubled tide Swept o'er his ...
... bell , On a suffering human breast . " A wanderer came , as a stricken deer , O'er the waste of burning sand , He bore the wound of an Arab spear , He fled from a ruthless band . " And dreams of home in a troubled tide Swept o'er his ...
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... bells . Thou know'st not the sweetness , by antique song Breathed o'er the names of that flowery throng ; The woodbine , the primrose , the violet dim , The lily that gleams by the fountain's brim ; These are old words , that have made ...
... bells . Thou know'st not the sweetness , by antique song Breathed o'er the names of that flowery throng ; The woodbine , the primrose , the violet dim , The lily that gleams by the fountain's brim ; These are old words , that have made ...
Strona 103
... bell , or fragrant Violet : The brief recital I convey , because so full of truth , Of what is felt in frosty age , and taught in melting youth : - He sat beside his wicket gate , beneath a sheltering tree , With head reclining on his ...
... bell , or fragrant Violet : The brief recital I convey , because so full of truth , Of what is felt in frosty age , and taught in melting youth : - He sat beside his wicket gate , beneath a sheltering tree , With head reclining on his ...
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Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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!
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 246 - All sadness but despair : now gentle gales, Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole Those balmy spoils.
Strona 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...
Strona 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...