The Ladies' Vase of Wild Flowers: A Collection of Gems from the Best AuthorsJ.M. Alden, 1850 - 126 Seiten |
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... soft holy breath . Thou hast not left His purer nature , with its fine desires , Uncared for in this universe of Thine ! - The glowing rose attests it , the beloved Of poet hearts , -touched by their fervent dreams With spiritual light ...
... soft holy breath . Thou hast not left His purer nature , with its fine desires , Uncared for in this universe of Thine ! - The glowing rose attests it , the beloved Of poet hearts , -touched by their fervent dreams With spiritual light ...
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... soft perfume , Which is floating around me still . I sat by the lily's bell , And watched it many a day : The leaves , that rose in a flowing swell , Grew faint and dim , then drooped and fell , And the flower had flown away . I looked ...
... soft perfume , Which is floating around me still . I sat by the lily's bell , And watched it many a day : The leaves , that rose in a flowing swell , Grew faint and dim , then drooped and fell , And the flower had flown away . I looked ...
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... soft and rosy . A bush of May - flowers with the bees about them ; Ah , sure no tasteful nook could be without them ; And let a lush laburnum oversweep them , And let long grass grow round the roots , to keep them Moist , cool and green ...
... soft and rosy . A bush of May - flowers with the bees about them ; Ah , sure no tasteful nook could be without them ; And let a lush laburnum oversweep them , And let long grass grow round the roots , to keep them Moist , cool and green ...
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... soft rustle of a maiden's gown Fanning away the dandelion's down : Than the light music of her nimble toes Patting against the sorrel as she goes . How she would start , and blush , thus to be caught Playing in all her innocence of ...
... soft rustle of a maiden's gown Fanning away the dandelion's down : Than the light music of her nimble toes Patting against the sorrel as she goes . How she would start , and blush , thus to be caught Playing in all her innocence of ...
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... it seeks , The silent fount , the shaded grot ; And sweetly to the heart it speaks , Forget - me - not , forget - me - not . Mild as the azure of thine eyes , Soft as WILD FLOWERS . 41 Forget-Me-Not, From the German, F HALLECK.
... it seeks , The silent fount , the shaded grot ; And sweetly to the heart it speaks , Forget - me - not , forget - me - not . Mild as the azure of thine eyes , Soft as WILD FLOWERS . 41 Forget-Me-Not, From the German, F HALLECK.
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
beauty bell birds birth bless bloom blossoms blue bonnie bosom bower breath breeze bright Bring buds clouds cold comes crown Daisy dear deep Dost doth dream early earth fair fall fields flow flowers fresh gentle glade grace green grew grow hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour humble kiss leaves light lily live lone look love ye loveliness lowly Mary Lee mind modest morning mountain Nature night o'er odors pale pass primrose pure rest rising rose round shade showers silent simple sing smile soft song spring star stem stream summer sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou thought tree true valleys violet voice wandering watched waters wave wild wind wing woods young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 19 - 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 20 - The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hill the goldenrod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear, cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade, and glen.
Seite 90 - And gentle odors led my steps astray, Mixed with a sound of waters murmuring Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, But kissed it and then fled, as thou mightest in dream.
Seite 46 - E'er wore his crown as loftily as he Wears the green coronal of leaves with which Thy hand has graced him. Nestled at his root Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare Of the broad sun. That delicate forest flower With scented breath, and look so like a smile, Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould, An emanation of the indwelling Life, A visible token of the upholding Love, That are the soul of this wide universe.
Seite 19 - 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 105 - To make the river flow. The clouds might give abundant rain, The nightly dews might fall, And the herb that keepeth life in man, Might yet have drunk them all. Then wherefore, wherefore were they made, All dyed with rainbow light, All...
Seite 83 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Seite 38 - O Maker of sweet poets, dear delight Of this fair world, and all its gentle livers ; Spangler of clouds, halo of crystal rivers, Mingler with leaves, and dew and tumbling streams, Closer of lovely eyes to lovely dreams...
Seite 33 - There was wide wand'ring for the greediest eye, To peer about upon variety ; Far round the horizon's crystal air to skim, And trace the dwindled edgings of its brim ; To picture out the quaint, and curious bending Of a fresh woodland alley, never-ending ; Or by the bowery clefts, and leafy shelves, Guess where the jaunty streams refresh themselves.
Seite 35 - Open afresh your round of starry folds, Ye ardent marigolds ! Dry up the moisture from your golden lids, For great Apollo bids That in these days your praises should be sung On many harps, which he has lately strung ; And when again your dewiness he kisses, Tell him, I have you in my world of blisses : So haply when I rove in some far vale, His mighty voice may come upon the gale.