The Language of Flowers: The Floral Offering: a Token of Affection and Esteem; Comprising the Language and Poetry of Flowers ...H.C. Peck & Theo. Bliss., 1852 - 300 Seiten |
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... Leaves , ( Death ) .217 Dew Plant , ( Serenade ) ... ... .246 Dragon Plant , ( You are near a snare ) .. .229 Dyer's Weed , ( Relief ) . .166 Fennel , ( Strength ) ..... .233 Fir , ( Time ) ... .238 Forget - me - not ... .116 Grass ...
... Leaves , ( Death ) .217 Dew Plant , ( Serenade ) ... ... .246 Dragon Plant , ( You are near a snare ) .. .229 Dyer's Weed , ( Relief ) . .166 Fennel , ( Strength ) ..... .233 Fir , ( Time ) ... .238 Forget - me - not ... .116 Grass ...
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... leaves . These flowers give out a peculiar and offensive smell . You oftentimes can mark upon the street The gilded toy whom fashion idolizes ; Heartless and fickle , swelled with self - conceit , Avoiding alway what good sense advises ...
... leaves . These flowers give out a peculiar and offensive smell . You oftentimes can mark upon the street The gilded toy whom fashion idolizes ; Heartless and fickle , swelled with self - conceit , Avoiding alway what good sense advises ...
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... I loved them in the by - gone years Of childhood's thoughtless laughter , When I marvelled why the flowers came first , And the leaves the season after . I loved them then , I love them now— The Crocus . 23 Crocus, (Youth)
... I loved them in the by - gone years Of childhood's thoughtless laughter , When I marvelled why the flowers came first , And the leaves the season after . I loved them then , I love them now— The Crocus . 23 Crocus, (Youth)
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... leaves six feet long , and armed with long spires . From the centre of these leaves shoots up a slender stem covered with flowers . Sister Sorrow ! sit beside me , Or , if I must wander , guide me : Let me take thy hand in mine , Cold ...
... leaves six feet long , and armed with long spires . From the centre of these leaves shoots up a slender stem covered with flowers . Sister Sorrow ! sit beside me , Or , if I must wander , guide me : Let me take thy hand in mine , Cold ...
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... leaf is on the bush , In the time before the thrush Has a thought about its nest , Thou wilt come with half a call , Spreading out thy glossy breast Like a careless prodigal ; Telling tales about the sun , When there's little warmth or ...
... leaf is on the bush , In the time before the thrush Has a thought about its nest , Thou wilt come with half a call , Spreading out thy glossy breast Like a careless prodigal ; Telling tales about the sun , When there's little warmth or ...
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Amaranth ancient Anon Attic style Barry Cornwall beauty beneath bloom blossoms blue bosom bower breast breath bright bright desert brow buds Burns Byron Castle Bromwich Hall charms cheek cloud cold Daisies dark deep doth dream e'en earth emblem fair fancy fear feel flowers forest Forget-me-not fragrance friends gaze gentle glade golden grace green grief grow hath heart heaven hope hour immortal Joanna Baillie John Fountain lady leaves light Lily lips live lonely look Louisa love's MacKellar Madame de Staël Mignonette mind morning Moss Narcissus ne'er never night o'er peep Peerbold Peneus Percival perfume plant purple Reindeer Reseda odorata rose round Shakspeare shine sigh sing sleep smile Snowdrop sorrow soul spirit spring stars stream sweet tears thine things thou art thought tree Twamley Twas unto Vervain weep White Poppy wild wood yellow young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 239 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Seite 252 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train, To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
Seite 245 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Seite 66 - ... Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee : A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company : I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought : For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude ; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with...
Seite 155 - Do but mark, her forehead's smoother Than words that soothe her! And from her arched brows such a grace Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good, of the elements
Seite 203 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Seite 65 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Seite 32 - PANSIES, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises ; Long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory ; Long as there are violets, They will have a place in story : There's a flower that shall be mine, 'Tis the little Celandine. Eyes of some men travel far For the finding of a star ; Up and down the heavens they go, Men that keep a mighty rout ! I'm as great as they, I trow, Since the day I found thee out, Little Flower ! — I'll make a stir, Like a sage astronomer.
Seite 44 - Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And. thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven.
Seite 194 - Twas Edwin's self that prest ! " Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restored to love and thee ! " Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And every care resign : And shall we never, never part, My life — my all that's mine ? " No, never from this hour to part, Well live and love so true ; The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too.