Garden Walks with the PoetsG.P. Putman, 1852 - 340 páginas |
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... Daisies 339 36 90 Butterfly seen in a Crowded Daisy Street 171 Dandelion Birdie's Song , The • • 189 Drop of De Birth - Day Flowers 264 Dead Rose • Blossom in February 336 Death of th Hymn to Flora y 9 Hymn to the Flowers ers.
... Daisies 339 36 90 Butterfly seen in a Crowded Daisy Street 171 Dandelion Birdie's Song , The • • 189 Drop of De Birth - Day Flowers 264 Dead Rose • Blossom in February 336 Death of th Hymn to Flora y 9 Hymn to the Flowers ers.
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... drops , like specks of foam on stormy seas , And yellow buttercups that gem the fields , Like studs of richest gold on massive shields , Anemones that sprang in golden years , ( The story goes , they were not seen before , ) Where young ...
... drops , like specks of foam on stormy seas , And yellow buttercups that gem the fields , Like studs of richest gold on massive shields , Anemones that sprang in golden years , ( The story goes , they were not seen before , ) Where young ...
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... drop about my head ; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine . The nectarine , the curious peach , Into my hands themselves do reach . Stumbling on melons , as I pass , Ensnar'd with flowers , I fall on grass ...
... drop about my head ; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine . The nectarine , the curious peach , Into my hands themselves do reach . Stumbling on melons , as I pass , Ensnar'd with flowers , I fall on grass ...
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Caroline Matilda Kirkland. Of heaven , and could some wondrous secret show , Did we but pay the love we owe , And with a child's undoubting wisdom look On all these living pages of God's book . To the Snow - Drop . Barry Cornwall . PRETTY.
Caroline Matilda Kirkland. Of heaven , and could some wondrous secret show , Did we but pay the love we owe , And with a child's undoubting wisdom look On all these living pages of God's book . To the Snow - Drop . Barry Cornwall . PRETTY.
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Caroline Matilda Kirkland. To the Snow - Drop . Barry Cornwall . PRETTY firstling of the year ! Herald of the host of flowers ! Hast thou left thy cavern drear , In the hope of summer hours ? Back unto thy earthen bowers ! Back to thy ...
Caroline Matilda Kirkland. To the Snow - Drop . Barry Cornwall . PRETTY firstling of the year ! Herald of the host of flowers ! Hast thou left thy cavern drear , In the hope of summer hours ? Back unto thy earthen bowers ! Back to thy ...
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Términos y frases comunes
angels Anon Autumn Barry Cornwall beauty beneath blessed bloom blossoms blow blue boughs bowers breast breath breeze bright buds Buttercups charms cheer child clouds Countess of Winchelsea creeping daisies dear delight doth dream earth Elizabeth Barrett Browning eyes fade fair fairy fancy FLOWER ANGELS flowers fly away home fragrant garden gaze gentle glad glory glowing golden golden air green happy Hartley Coleridge hast hath heart heaven Heigh hills holy idlesse Jeune leaf leaves Leigh Hunt light Lily lips lonely look Mary Howitt merry morning Nature's night o'er ODE ON MELANCHOLY perfume pleasant pleasure pride rain Robert Herrick rose round SARAH ROBERTS shade shining showers sigh silent sing skies smile snow soft song soul spirit Spring star stream Summer sunny sweet tears thee thine thing thou art thought tree violets whisper wild winds wings
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Página 168 - Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes, — So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name.
Página 128 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, •An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Página 241 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Página 42 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness: The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds and other seas, Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Página 167 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit, As, musing slow, I hail Thy genial, loved return ! For when thy folding star — arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant hours, and elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge. And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still, The pensive pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car, Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene, Or find some ruin...
Página 129 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
Página 20 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
Página 254 - Then wherefore, wherefore were they made, All dyed with rainbow light, All fashioned with supremest grace Upspringing day and night : — Springing in valleys green and low. And on the mountains high, And in the silent wilderness Where no man passes by...
Página 178 - And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath, But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth A vengeful canker eat him up to death. More flowers I noted, yet I none could see But sweet or colour it had stolen from thee.
Página 178 - The forward violet thus did I chide : Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.