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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... smile should be dearer praise Than the incense thou prizest from them . And gay is the playful tone , As to the flattering voice thou respondest ; But what is the praise of the cold and unknown To the tender blame of the fondest ? John ...
... smile should be dearer praise Than the incense thou prizest from them . And gay is the playful tone , As to the flattering voice thou respondest ; But what is the praise of the cold and unknown To the tender blame of the fondest ? John ...
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... smile the phantoms of Despair to flight . " Why do you call the Snowdrop pale , Our first of flowerets bright ? Anon . For the Christmas Rose came long before , So did the Aconite . " I know the yellow Aconite ; I know the Christmas ...
... smile the phantoms of Despair to flight . " Why do you call the Snowdrop pale , Our first of flowerets bright ? Anon . For the Christmas Rose came long before , So did the Aconite . " I know the yellow Aconite ; I know the Christmas ...
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... smiling , saw the blossom fall , And watched its root strike in the earth : " I will that flower the Snowdrop call , " Said Hope , " in memory of its birth : And through all ages it shall be In reverence held , for love of me . " " And ...
... smiling , saw the blossom fall , And watched its root strike in the earth : " I will that flower the Snowdrop call , " Said Hope , " in memory of its birth : And through all ages it shall be In reverence held , for love of me . " " And ...
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... smile and words of love , thy heart of kindness free , Illumed my path , then cheered my soul , and bade its sorrows flee . Thou'rt like a star — when sad and lone I wander forth to view The lamps of night , beneath their rays my ...
... smile and words of love , thy heart of kindness free , Illumed my path , then cheered my soul , and bade its sorrows flee . Thou'rt like a star — when sad and lone I wander forth to view The lamps of night , beneath their rays my ...
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... smile , — Oh , she will find , or soon , or late , A noble , fond , and faithful mate , Who , when the spring of life is gone , And all its blooming flowers are flown , Will bless old Time , who left behind The graces of a virtuous mind ...
... smile , — Oh , she will find , or soon , or late , A noble , fond , and faithful mate , Who , when the spring of life is gone , And all its blooming flowers are flown , Will bless old Time , who left behind The graces of a virtuous mind ...
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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.