Gift of Flowers: Love's Wreath for 1854Rufus Wilmot Griswold Leavitt & Allen, 1854 - 287 páginas |
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... tender thought ; The Wall - flower , tried and true ; The purple Heath , so lone and fair , ( 0 , how unlike the world's vain glare ! ) The Daisy , so contently gay , Opening her eyelids with the day ; The Gorse - bloom , never sad or ...
... tender thought ; The Wall - flower , tried and true ; The purple Heath , so lone and fair , ( 0 , how unlike the world's vain glare ! ) The Daisy , so contently gay , Opening her eyelids with the day ; The Gorse - bloom , never sad or ...
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... tender green ; And the hyacinth , purple , and white , and blue , Which flung from its bells a sweet peal anew Of music so delicate , soft , and intense , It was felt like an odour within the sense ; And the rose like a nymph to the ...
... tender green ; And the hyacinth , purple , and white , and blue , Which flung from its bells a sweet peal anew Of music so delicate , soft , and intense , It was felt like an odour within the sense ; And the rose like a nymph to the ...
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... tender sky . And when evening descended from heaven above , And the earth was all rest , and the air was all love , And delight , though less bright , was far more deep , And the day's veil fell from the world of sleep ; And the beasts ...
... tender sky . And when evening descended from heaven above , And the earth was all rest , and the air was all love , And delight , though less bright , was far more deep , And the day's veil fell from the world of sleep ; And the beasts ...
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... tender hands , And sustain'd them with rods and osier bands ; If the flowers had been her own infants , she Could never have nursed them more tenderly . And all killing insects and gnawing worms , And things of obscene and unlovely ...
... tender hands , And sustain'd them with rods and osier bands ; If the flowers had been her own infants , she Could never have nursed them more tenderly . And all killing insects and gnawing worms , And things of obscene and unlovely ...
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... tender now on each pale leaf The tints that linger yet : For all the charms , that cheer'd the past , Hang round these hues that fade the last . The morn they had their fragrant birth , The wild shrubs where they grew , The bee that in ...
... tender now on each pale leaf The tints that linger yet : For all the charms , that cheer'd the past , Hang round these hues that fade the last . The morn they had their fragrant birth , The wild shrubs where they grew , The bee that in ...
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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.