Flowers; their moral, language, and poetry, ed. by H.G. AdamsHenry Gardiner Adams 1844 |
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... growing and increasing one , and that there is yet room for many more works , both original and col- lected , upon this most imaginative and delightful of all subjects . Some of the volumes already published , indeed , the major part of ...
... growing and increasing one , and that there is yet room for many more works , both original and col- lected , upon this most imaginative and delightful of all subjects . Some of the volumes already published , indeed , the major part of ...
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... grows Unheeded , and the mute repose Of sweetly breathing flowers . " - WORDSWORTH . Will the cold - hearted cynic smile , and will the sneer- ing sceptic make a mockery of our words when we repeat this touching lesson ? " God loveth ...
... grows Unheeded , and the mute repose Of sweetly breathing flowers . " - WORDSWORTH . Will the cold - hearted cynic smile , and will the sneer- ing sceptic make a mockery of our words when we repeat this touching lesson ? " God loveth ...
Strona 35
... grow , Nor doth it need the lotus - flower To make the river flow . The clouds might give abundant rain , The nightly dews might fall , And the herb that keepeth life in man , Might yet have drank them all . Then wherefore , wherefore ...
... grow , Nor doth it need the lotus - flower To make the river flow . The clouds might give abundant rain , The nightly dews might fall , And the herb that keepeth life in man , Might yet have drank them all . Then wherefore , wherefore ...
Strona 41
... grow , Tall rocks below , And the brown moorland claims ye for her own . To me ye seem Like creatures of a dream , - Aerial phantoms of delight ! I can but deem ye much Too pure for mortal touch , Ye are so very fair - so passing bright ...
... grow , Tall rocks below , And the brown moorland claims ye for her own . To me ye seem Like creatures of a dream , - Aerial phantoms of delight ! I can but deem ye much Too pure for mortal touch , Ye are so very fair - so passing bright ...
Strona 49
... grow again . Seeing such pretty helpless innocence Dwell in his face , I asked him all his story . He told me that his parents gentle died , Leaving him to the mercy of the fields , Which gave him roots , and of the crystal springs ...
... grow again . Seeing such pretty helpless innocence Dwell in his face , I asked him all his story . He told me that his parents gentle died , Leaving him to the mercy of the fields , Which gave him roots , and of the crystal springs ...
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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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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...