Ladies' Gems; Or, Poems on the Love of Flowers, Kindness to Animals, and the Domestic Affections: From the Most Approved Authors1855 - 108 Seiten |
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... The primrose to the grave is gone ; The hawthorn flower is dead ; The violet by the mossed gray stone Hath laid her weary head ; But thou , wild bramble ! back dost bring , 20 POEMS ON LOVE FOR FLOWERS . The Bramble Flower,
... The primrose to the grave is gone ; The hawthorn flower is dead ; The violet by the mossed gray stone Hath laid her weary head ; But thou , wild bramble ! back dost bring , 20 POEMS ON LOVE FOR FLOWERS . The Bramble Flower,
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... Dost hide beneath the greenwood shade , Than whom the vernal gale None fairer wakes on banks or spray , Our England's lily of the May , Our lily of the vale . Art thou that " lily of the field , ” Which , when the Saviour sought to ...
... Dost hide beneath the greenwood shade , Than whom the vernal gale None fairer wakes on banks or spray , Our England's lily of the May , Our lily of the vale . Art thou that " lily of the field , ” Which , when the Saviour sought to ...
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... dost number ! Not all thy splendour can thy love beguile ; Vainly the morning zephyrs fan the slumber , And morn's rich glory woos thee for a smile . For thou dost blossom when cool shadows hover , And dews are falling through the dusky ...
... dost number ! Not all thy splendour can thy love beguile ; Vainly the morning zephyrs fan the slumber , And morn's rich glory woos thee for a smile . For thou dost blossom when cool shadows hover , And dews are falling through the dusky ...
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... dost sport along the glade ? And ( most unlike the nature of things young ) That earthward still thy moveless head is hung ? Do thy prophetic fears anticipate , Meek child of misery ! thy future fate ? The starving meal , and all the ...
... dost sport along the glade ? And ( most unlike the nature of things young ) That earthward still thy moveless head is hung ? Do thy prophetic fears anticipate , Meek child of misery ! thy future fate ? The starving meal , and all the ...
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... Dost look unscared on the human face : Thou alone , with a wing to flee , Dost love with man in his haunts to be ; And the " gentle dove " Has become a name for trust and love . A holy gift is thine , sweet bird ! Thou'rt named with ...
... Dost look unscared on the human face : Thou alone , with a wing to flee , Dost love with man in his haunts to be ; And the " gentle dove " Has become a name for trust and love . A holy gift is thine , sweet bird ! Thou'rt named with ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Amid art thou beauty bend beneath bird bless blest bloom blossoms bonnie wee flower bosom bowers bramble breast breath bright brow bucket buds Casa Wappy child dark dear death deep doth earth fair fear fond forest frae gaze gentle glow grave gray forest-eagle green grief hast hath hear heart heaven holly tree hope and fear hour humble leaves life's light little wood mouse live lone look love ye maun mitherless bairn morning mother Nature's neath nest night nursling o'er old oaken bucket pale peace pinions poor pride primrose rills round scorn shed sleep smile soft song soul spirit spring summer sunshine sweet sweet child tear tell tempest tender thee there's nae luck thine thou art thou wert thought toil tread troth twas vale voice weary weel wild linnet WIND-FLOWER winds wing wood youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 57 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Seite 66 - That thus they all shall meet in future days : There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere. Compared with this, how poor Religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart...
Seite 90 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the...
Seite 27 - 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 flowers...
Seite 58 - At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; — Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest.
Seite 58 - All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shall thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest.
Seite 18 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies...
Seite 46 - Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me and drink as I; Freely welcome to my cup, Couldst thou sip and sip it up: Make the most of life you may, Life is short and wears away. Both alike are mine and thine Hastening quick to their decline: Thine's a summer, mine's no more, Though repeated to threescore. Threescore summers, when they're gone, Will appear as short as one!
Seite 63 - O happy love, — where love like this is found! — O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare — " If heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk- white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Seite 90 - The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket arose from the well. How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it, As poised on the curb it inclined to my lips ! Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it, Though...