Flowers; their moral, language, and poetry, ed. by H.G. AdamsHenry Gardiner Adams 1844 |
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... it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us , and a sleep Full of sweet dreams and health , and quiet breathing . " And is not a Flower " a thing of beauty CHAPTER THE MORAL OF FLOWERS.
... it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us , and a sleep Full of sweet dreams and health , and quiet breathing . " And is not a Flower " a thing of beauty CHAPTER THE MORAL OF FLOWERS.
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... bower , The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And ' tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes . " - WORDSWORTH . Oh ! what a world of delightful thoughts and sensations are opened to us by these exquisite lines ; how ...
... bower , The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And ' tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes . " - WORDSWORTH . Oh ! what a world of delightful thoughts and sensations are opened to us by these exquisite lines ; how ...
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... bowers , As soft , as fragrant , and as fair , As those that crown'd the sunshine hours Of happy wanderers there ! " - KEEBLE . 66 Beautiful are ye , exceedingly beautiful ! and number- less are the strains of deep impassioned eloquence ...
... bowers , As soft , as fragrant , and as fair , As those that crown'd the sunshine hours Of happy wanderers there ! " - KEEBLE . 66 Beautiful are ye , exceedingly beautiful ! and number- less are the strains of deep impassioned eloquence ...
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... bower , Where , thrilling with its earliest sense of thee , Amidst the low religious whisperings , The shivery leaf sounds of the solitude , The spirit wakes to worship , and is made Thy living temple . By the breath of flowers , MORAL ...
... bower , Where , thrilling with its earliest sense of thee , Amidst the low religious whisperings , The shivery leaf sounds of the solitude , The spirit wakes to worship , and is made Thy living temple . By the breath of flowers , MORAL ...
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... bower ? I pity thee , for thy heart of love , For that glowing heart , that fain Would breathe out joy with each wind to rove- In vain , lost thing ! in vain ! I pity thee , for thy wasted bloom , For thy glory's , fleeting hour , For ...
... bower ? I pity thee , for thy heart of love , For that glowing heart , that fain Would breathe out joy with each wind to rove- In vain , lost thing ! in vain ! I pity thee , for thy wasted bloom , For thy glory's , fleeting hour , For ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 246 - All sadness but despair : now gentle gales, Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole Those balmy spoils.
Página 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...
Página 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...