Flora's Interpreter, Or The American Book of Flowers and SentimentsMarsh, Capen and Lyon, 1832 - 223 Seiten |
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... bosom take The memory of the past : My love is not that silvery mist , From summer blooms by sunbeams kissed , Too fugitive to last- A fadeless flower , it still retains The brightness of its earlier stains . Nor burns it like the ...
... bosom take The memory of the past : My love is not that silvery mist , From summer blooms by sunbeams kissed , Too fugitive to last- A fadeless flower , it still retains The brightness of its earlier stains . Nor burns it like the ...
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... bosom live ; It shall charm thee from all a stranger's pain , Reserve , suspicion and dark disdain ; A race in its freshness and bloom are we , Bring no cares from a worn - out world with thee . Mrs. Sigourny . ANEMONE . Anemone ...
... bosom live ; It shall charm thee from all a stranger's pain , Reserve , suspicion and dark disdain ; A race in its freshness and bloom are we , Bring no cares from a worn - out world with thee . Mrs. Sigourny . ANEMONE . Anemone ...
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... bosom , As the spicy Calycanthus shoots Its wreath of flowers from the leafy blossom . * Anon . SENTIMENT . Wouldst thou from sorrow find a sweet relief , Or is thy heart oppressed with woes untold ? Balm wouldst thou gather for ...
... bosom , As the spicy Calycanthus shoots Its wreath of flowers from the leafy blossom . * Anon . SENTIMENT . Wouldst thou from sorrow find a sweet relief , Or is thy heart oppressed with woes untold ? Balm wouldst thou gather for ...
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... aged . Anonymous . SENTIMENT , The world is bright before thee , Its summer flowers are thine , Its calm blue sky is o'er thee , Thy bosom pleasure's shrine ; And thine the sunbeam given To nature's morning hour , 40 FLORA'S INTERPRETER .
... aged . Anonymous . SENTIMENT , The world is bright before thee , Its summer flowers are thine , Its calm blue sky is o'er thee , Thy bosom pleasure's shrine ; And thine the sunbeam given To nature's morning hour , 40 FLORA'S INTERPRETER .
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... bosom to inflame . Heart's Ease no more the wandering shepherd found , No more the Nymphs its snowy form possess , Its white now changed to purple by Love's wound , Heart's Ease no more , ' tis " Love in Idleness . " Mrs. R. B. Sheridan ...
... bosom to inflame . Heart's Ease no more the wandering shepherd found , No more the Nymphs its snowy form possess , Its white now changed to purple by Love's wound , Heart's Ease no more , ' tis " Love in Idleness . " Mrs. R. B. Sheridan ...
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Seite 211 - 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 210 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood ? 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 210 - 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. Where are the flowers, the fair young...
Seite 80 - I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon; To whom the better elements And kindly stars have given A form so fair, that, like the air, 'Tis less of earth than heaven.
Seite 143 - LIKE as the damask rose you see, Or like the blossom on the tree, Or like the dainty flower of May, Or like the morning of the day, Or like the sun, or like the shade, Or like the gourd which Jonas had; Even such is man, whose thread is spun, Drawn out, and cut, and so is done.
Seite 16 - 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 106 - 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.
Seite 121 - Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight: With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
Seite 211 - And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side : In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief : Yet not unmeet it was that one, like that young friend of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.
Seite 101 - And took it down, and vow'd to rove This desert place a huntress bold ; Nor would I change my buried love For any heart of living mould. No ! for I am a hero's child ; I'll hunt my quarry in the wild ; And still my home this mansion make, Of all unheeded and unheeding, . And cherish, for my warrior's sake — ' The flower of love lies bleeding.