The Book of FlowersSaunders and Otley, 1836 - 372 Seiten |
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... lights Which man has set upon the way of life , And called its pleasures , must by fiat fade , And leave the beacon only that's within ! O , then for quiet , or the meaner home Where fashion reigns not , and the weary heart Beats but to ...
... lights Which man has set upon the way of life , And called its pleasures , must by fiat fade , And leave the beacon only that's within ! O , then for quiet , or the meaner home Where fashion reigns not , and the weary heart Beats but to ...
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... light their beauties to display , The leaf will smile the same by night as day . SENTIMENT . ANON . In bower and garden rich and rare There's many a cherished flower Whose beauty fades , whose fragrance flits , Within the flitting hour ...
... light their beauties to display , The leaf will smile the same by night as day . SENTIMENT . ANON . In bower and garden rich and rare There's many a cherished flower Whose beauty fades , whose fragrance flits , Within the flitting hour ...
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... light of the scholar's brow , And my heart shall be taught forgetfulness , And alone at thy altar bow . ANSWER . WILLIS . It is wonderful That man should hold himself so haughtily , And talk of an immortal name , and feed His proud ...
... light of the scholar's brow , And my heart shall be taught forgetfulness , And alone at thy altar bow . ANSWER . WILLIS . It is wonderful That man should hold himself so haughtily , And talk of an immortal name , and feed His proud ...
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... lights sat trembling on the welkin bound . THOMPSON . SENTIMENT . The rose in thy garden this morning that bloomed , See its leaves are all faded and strewed o'er the plain , And even the zephyr , whose breath it perfumed , Seems ...
... lights sat trembling on the welkin bound . THOMPSON . SENTIMENT . The rose in thy garden this morning that bloomed , See its leaves are all faded and strewed o'er the plain , And even the zephyr , whose breath it perfumed , Seems ...
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... as the stars Mingle their light in silence and in love- What is this fleshy fetter of a day That we should crown it with immortal flowers ! WILLIS . CATCHFLY . Silene . Class 10 ; Order 3. There THE BOOK OF FLOWERS . 33.
... as the stars Mingle their light in silence and in love- What is this fleshy fetter of a day That we should crown it with immortal flowers ! WILLIS . CATCHFLY . Silene . Class 10 ; Order 3. There THE BOOK OF FLOWERS . 33.
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ANON ANSWER beams beauty BERNARD BARTON bloom blossoms blue blush bosom bower breath bright brow buds calyx Captain Marryat charm cheek Class 19 Class 21 clouds cold colour crimson dark deep Dianthus barbatus dreams earth Europe fade fair feeling flowers found in Europe fragrant gentle genus glow golden grace hath heaven hope hour India JACOB FAITHFUL L. P. SMITH leaf leaves life's light Lily live lonely look Love's loved thee loveliness morning never North America o'er Order 13 pale Pelargonium PERCIVAL perfume PETER SIMPLE pink pistils plant post 8vo Primula auricula pure purple Reseda Odorata Rosa Rose scene SENTIMENT shade shadows shine Siberia skies sleep smile sorrow soul species spirit spring stamens star stem summer sweet tears tender thou art thoughts thy heart tree Umbels violets vols wave weary wild WILLIS yellow young youth
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Seite 360 - Alas! they all are in their graves; the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie; but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Seite 360 - The melancholy days are come, The saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, And meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, The autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, And to the rabbit's tread. The robin and the wren are flown, And from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow, Through all the gloomy day.
Seite 255 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst 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. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Seite 361 - When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Seite 5 - The eternal regions : lowly reverent Towards either throne they bow, and to the ground With solemn adoration down they cast Their crowns inwove with amarant and gold ; Immortal amarant, a flower which once In Paradise, fast by the tree of life, Began to bloom ; but soon for man's offence To heaven removed where first it grew, there grows, And flowers aloft shading the fount of life...
Seite 336 - Thou waitest late and com'st alone, When woods are bare and birds are flown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near his end. Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes to the sky, Blue — blue — as if that sky let fall A flower from its cerulean wall.
Seite 336 - GENTIAN. THOU blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue, That openest when the quiet light Succeeds the keen and frosty night. Thou comest not when violets lean O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines, in purple dressed, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. Thou waitest late and com'st alone, When woods are bare and birds are flown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near his end.
Seite 117 - And lovely passions, changing oft, So fill her, she appears The image of themselves by turns, The idol of past years...
Seite 83 - I saw two clouds at morning, Tinged with the rising sun ; And in the dawn they floated on, And mingled into one: I thought that morning cloud was blest, It moved so sweetly to the west. I saw two summer currents...
Seite 165 - LAMENT who will, in fruitless tears, The speed with which our moments fly ; I sigh not over vanished years, But watch the years that hasten by. Look, how they come, — a mingled crowd Of bright and dark, but rapid days ; Beneath them, like a summer cloud, The wide world changes as I gaze. What ! grieve that time has brought so soon The sober age of manhood on ! As idly might I weep, at noon, To see the blush of morning gone.