Gift of Flowers: Love's Wreath for 1854Rufus Wilmot Griswold Leavitt & Allen, 1854 - 287 páginas |
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... once more to take me back again From pain to ease , from weariness to rest . Kind visitants ! through my sick room You seem to breathe an air of health , And with your looks of joy To wake again the boy , And to the pallid cheek restore ...
... once more to take me back again From pain to ease , from weariness to rest . Kind visitants ! through my sick room You seem to breathe an air of health , And with your looks of joy To wake again the boy , And to the pallid cheek restore ...
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... once to the sun and the breeze , Some lost among bowers of blossoming trees- Were all paved with daisies and delicate bells As fair as the fabulous asphodels , And flowerets which drooping as day droop'd too , Fell into pavilions white ...
... once to the sun and the breeze , Some lost among bowers of blossoming trees- Were all paved with daisies and delicate bells As fair as the fabulous asphodels , And flowerets which drooping as day droop'd too , Fell into pavilions white ...
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... once fair , became cold and foul , Like the corpse of her who had been its soul : Which at first was lovely as if in sleep , Then slowly changed , till it grew a heap To make men tremble who never weep . Swift summer into the autumn ...
... once fair , became cold and foul , Like the corpse of her who had been its soul : Which at first was lovely as if in sleep , Then slowly changed , till it grew a heap To make men tremble who never weep . Swift summer into the autumn ...
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... once was ours , They are love's last gift - bring ye flowers , pale flowers ! - Bring flowers to the shrine where we kneel in prayer , They are Nature's offering , their place is there ! They speak of hope to the fainting heart , With a ...
... once was ours , They are love's last gift - bring ye flowers , pale flowers ! - Bring flowers to the shrine where we kneel in prayer , They are Nature's offering , their place is there ! They speak of hope to the fainting heart , With a ...
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... once more the forms of other days , Warm with the light of home ! Shapes thou no more may'st see ; The household hearth , the heart - enlisted prayer , All thou hast loved , and lost , and treasured 48 THE POETRY OF FLOWERS .
... once more the forms of other days , Warm with the light of home ! Shapes thou no more may'st see ; The household hearth , the heart - enlisted prayer , All thou hast loved , and lost , and treasured 48 THE POETRY OF FLOWERS .
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Términos y frases comunes
Amaranth BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath BERNARD BARTON bloom blossoms blue blush bosom boughs bowers breast breath breeze bright BROKEN FLOWER buds charms cheek child cloud cold Cowslip DAFFODILS daisy dead dear delight dost doth dreams drooping earth fair fairest Fancy crown flowerets fragrance gale garden gaze gentle flower glow golden grace green hath heart heaven hour JOHN KEATS JOHN STERLING leaf leaves life's light lily little rose lone look'd love's MELROSE ABBEY morning Narcissus nature's ne'er NOSEGAY nymph o'er odours pale pass'd perfume pride primrose purple rill round scarlet pimpernel scent sensitive plant shade shed shine showers sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring star stream summer sunny sweet tears tender thee thine thou art thought tomb tree twine vale vernal violet wall-flower weep wild wind wind-flower wing winter wither'd
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Página 31 - And the Naiad-like lily of the vale, Whom youth makes so fair and passion so pale, That the light of its tremulous bells is seen Through their pavilions of tender green...
Página 215 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Página 118 - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale prim-roses That die unmarried ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength...
Página 122 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is given.
Página 156 - And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers ; But one thing want these banks of Rhine, — Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine...
Página 127 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired; Bid her come forth! Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Página 214 - 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.
Página 231 - THERE is a flower, a little flower, With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky. The prouder beauties of the field In gay but quick succession shine, Race after race their honours yield, They flourish and decline. But this small flower, to Nature dear, While moons and stars their courses run, Wreathes the whole circle of the year, Companion of the Sun.
Página 22 - Neath cloistered boughs each floral bell that swingeth And tolls its perfume on the passing air Makes Sabbath in the fields, and ever ringeth A call to prayer : Not to the domes where crumbling arch and column Attest the feebleness of mortal hand, But to that fane most catholic and solemn Which God hath plann'd,— To that cathedral, boundless as our wonder, Whose quenchless lamps the sun and moon supply, Its choir the winds and waves, its organ thunder, Its dome the sky.