Flowers; their moral, language, and poetry, ed. by H.G. AdamsHenry Gardiner Adams 1844 |
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Página 44
... cowslips delicately pale , Upraise your loaded stems ; Unfold your cups in splendour , speak ! Who decked you with that ruddy streak , And gilt your golden gems ? Violets , sweet tenants of the shade , In purple's richest pride arrayed ...
... cowslips delicately pale , Upraise your loaded stems ; Unfold your cups in splendour , speak ! Who decked you with that ruddy streak , And gilt your golden gems ? Violets , sweet tenants of the shade , In purple's richest pride arrayed ...
Página 97
... Midst the gold of the cowslip's perfumed cell ; And the scent by the blossoming sweet - briers shed , And the beauty that bows the wood - hyacinth's head . G Oh ! happy child , in thy fawn - like CHILDREN AND FLOWERS . 97.
... Midst the gold of the cowslip's perfumed cell ; And the scent by the blossoming sweet - briers shed , And the beauty that bows the wood - hyacinth's head . G Oh ! happy child , in thy fawn - like CHILDREN AND FLOWERS . 97.
Página 108
... cowslip's bell , The tricksy Sprites , that come and go , Swifter than a gleam of light , Where the murmuring waters flow , And the zephyrs of the night , Bending to the flowers , that grow Basking in the silver sheen , With their ...
... cowslip's bell , The tricksy Sprites , that come and go , Swifter than a gleam of light , Where the murmuring waters flow , And the zephyrs of the night , Bending to the flowers , that grow Basking in the silver sheen , With their ...
Página 110
... cowslip's golden halls of light- Wake from each blossom of the apple tree , That ope's its bright pavilion to the bee . JOHN GRAHAM . Come , let us hasten to view the revels of the tiny folk , and who knows but we may even obtain a ...
... cowslip's golden halls of light- Wake from each blossom of the apple tree , That ope's its bright pavilion to the bee . JOHN GRAHAM . Come , let us hasten to view the revels of the tiny folk , and who knows but we may even obtain a ...
Página 120
... the bee sucks , there lurk 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 120 FAIRIES AND FLOWERS .
... the bee sucks , there lurk 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 120 FAIRIES AND FLOWERS .
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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
Pasajes populares
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...