Flowers; their moral, language, and poetry, ed. by H.G. AdamsHenry Gardiner Adams 1844 |
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... violet's head Hath shaken with my breath upon its bank And not reproached me ; the ever sacred cup Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe , unsoiled , nor lost one grain of gold . " W. S. LANDOR What says JEAN PAUL RICHTER ...
... violet's head Hath shaken with my breath upon its bank And not reproached me ; the ever sacred cup Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe , unsoiled , nor lost one grain of gold . " W. S. LANDOR What says JEAN PAUL RICHTER ...
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... violet's eyes . And when the day In golden slumber sinks , with accents sweet Mild Evening comes , to lure the willing feet With her to stray , Where'er the bashful flowers the observant eye may greet . Near the moist brink Of music ...
... violet's eyes . And when the day In golden slumber sinks , with accents sweet Mild Evening comes , to lure the willing feet With her to stray , Where'er the bashful flowers the observant eye may greet . Near the moist brink Of music ...
Strona 44
... Violets , sweet tenants of the shade , In purple's richest pride arrayed , Your errand here fulfil ; Go , bid the artist's simple stain Your lustre imitate in vain , And match your Maker's skill . Daisies , ye flowers of lowly birth ...
... Violets , sweet tenants of the shade , In purple's richest pride arrayed , Your errand here fulfil ; Go , bid the artist's simple stain Your lustre imitate in vain , And match your Maker's skill . Daisies , ye flowers of lowly birth ...
Strona 61
... all of lily and rose , Of tuberose and of violet , And little darling ( mignionette ) ; And gratitude and polyanthus , And flowers that say , " Felt never man thus ! " THE FLOWER BY MRS . CORBOLD . GIRL . Come THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS . 61.
... all of lily and rose , Of tuberose and of violet , And little darling ( mignionette ) ; And gratitude and polyanthus , And flowers that say , " Felt never man thus ! " THE FLOWER BY MRS . CORBOLD . GIRL . Come THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS . 61.
Strona 66
... Violet's for modesty , which weel she fa's to wear- And a ' to be a posie to my ain dear May . I'll tie the posie round wi ' the silken band of love , And I'll place it in her breast , and I'll swear by a ' above , That to my latest ...
... Violet's for modesty , which weel she fa's to wear- And a ' to be a posie to my ain dear May . I'll tie the posie round wi ' the silken band of love , And I'll place it in her breast , and I'll swear by a ' above , That to my latest ...
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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...