The Romance of Nature, Or, The Flower-seasons IllustratedCharles Tilt, 1836 - 253 Seiten |
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... meet the sun , Who broke the clouds with one bright glance , And his jocund race begun . The crocus brought her sisters , too , The purple , pied , and white ; And the red - breast warbled merrily Above the flowerets bright . Oh ! the ...
... meet the sun , Who broke the clouds with one bright glance , And his jocund race begun . The crocus brought her sisters , too , The purple , pied , and white ; And the red - breast warbled merrily Above the flowerets bright . Oh ! the ...
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... fragrance breaths its faint perfume , And pallid droop thy petals round the stem , I will but think thy life one day has spent , And bid thee , sweet , sleep till we meet again . TO A VIOLET , GATHERED ON CHRISTMAS DAY . Sweet 21.
... fragrance breaths its faint perfume , And pallid droop thy petals round the stem , I will but think thy life one day has spent , And bid thee , sweet , sleep till we meet again . TO A VIOLET , GATHERED ON CHRISTMAS DAY . Sweet 21.
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... meet for thoughts ? The pure , the chequer'd - gay and deep by turns ; A hue for every mood the bright things wear In their soft velvet coats- - And let his name , Who thus entwined them in immortal song , Since writing these lines I ...
... meet for thoughts ? The pure , the chequer'd - gay and deep by turns ; A hue for every mood the bright things wear In their soft velvet coats- - And let his name , Who thus entwined them in immortal song , Since writing these lines I ...
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Mrs. Charles Meredith. Be ever honoured when they meet our gaze ; And bring , as though ' twere writ upon their leaves , All that most graceful fairy scene , where Puck , His elvish ears attentive , learns the tale Of OBERON'S Syren ...
Mrs. Charles Meredith. Be ever honoured when they meet our gaze ; And bring , as though ' twere writ upon their leaves , All that most graceful fairy scene , where Puck , His elvish ears attentive , learns the tale Of OBERON'S Syren ...
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... meet decay As you , or any thing . We die As your hours doe , and drie Away , Like to the Summer's raine , Or as the pearles of morning's dew , Ne'er to be found againe . The Narcissus is celebrated by many of our old Poets , to whom ...
... meet decay As you , or any thing . We die As your hours doe , and drie Away , Like to the Summer's raine , Or as the pearles of morning's dew , Ne'er to be found againe . The Narcissus is celebrated by many of our old Poets , to whom ...
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Arbutus Autumn Beaumont and Fletcher beautiful bells Ben Jonson bloom blossoms blue blush bonny bonny brown bower breath breeze bright brow buds Carnation cheek colour Commeline Crocus daisy dance dear delicate delight Dianthus Chinensis doth e'en earth elegant emblem fable fair fairy fancy favourite Fern fling floral floures flowers Forget-me-not Foxglove fragrant garden gaze gentle glorious Gorse graceful green Harebell hath head Heather Herrick illustrative Jasmine Jasmine tree kiss Lady Ladye leaves light Lily Lobelia look loveliness lover mede merry morocco Narcissus Nature's ne'er neath Noble Kinsmen o'er pale Pan's Anniversary Pansy Passion Flowers peep perfume petals pink PLATE poems poetical Poets purple Queen rich Rose scene season Shakspeare sigh sing smile Snowdrop soft song Spring stem Summer sweet tears tell thee things thou trees Violet wave wealth ween wild wind wind-flowers yellow young
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Seite 122 - The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses...
Seite 122 - The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
Seite 75 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.
Seite 28 - At a fair vestal, throned by the west ; And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quenched in the chaste beams of the watery moon ; And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Seite 61 - FAIR Daffodils! we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
Seite 122 - Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd. The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair ; The roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame, another white despair...
Seite 122 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
Seite 66 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Seite 44 - Winter suddenly was changed to Spring ; And gentle odours led my steps astray, Mixed with a sound of waters murmuring Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, But kibsed it and then fled, as thou mightest in dream.
Seite 122 - That fairer seemes the lesse ye see her may. Lo ! see soone after how more bold and free Her bared bosome she doth broad display ; Lo ! see soone after how she fades and falls away. So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortall life the leafe, the bud, the flowre...