Flora and Thalia; or, Gems of flowers and poetry, by a lady1835 |
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... Rise my soul ! on wings of fire , Rise the rapt'rous choir among ; Hark ! ' tis Nature strikes the lyre , And leads the general song . Warm let the lyric transport flow , Warm as the ray that bids it glow , And animates the vernal grove ...
... Rise my soul ! on wings of fire , Rise the rapt'rous choir among ; Hark ! ' tis Nature strikes the lyre , And leads the general song . Warm let the lyric transport flow , Warm as the ray that bids it glow , And animates the vernal grove ...
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... rise , And hover round his mountain bed . Thine was the conscious flower , that threw Its lovely fragrance on the night ; Thou only oped thy pallid hue Beneath the silent flood of light . Thy sisters veil their foreheads fair , And fold ...
... rise , And hover round his mountain bed . Thine was the conscious flower , that threw Its lovely fragrance on the night ; Thou only oped thy pallid hue Beneath the silent flood of light . Thy sisters veil their foreheads fair , And fold ...
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... Rising forth from nature's tomb . Thy bright form betokens pleasure , When no piercing winds assail ; June's creations , brightest treasure , Soon will breathe a sweeter gale . Yet , bright flow'r , thy fate too often Emblem is of ...
... Rising forth from nature's tomb . Thy bright form betokens pleasure , When no piercing winds assail ; June's creations , brightest treasure , Soon will breathe a sweeter gale . Yet , bright flow'r , thy fate too often Emblem is of ...
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... rise ; Here , by this fountain , where thy love did pine , Whose memory lives fresh to vulgar fame , Shrined in this yellow flower , that bears his name . - ECHO . His name revives , and lifts me up from earth , - See , see , the ...
... rise ; Here , by this fountain , where thy love did pine , Whose memory lives fresh to vulgar fame , Shrined in this yellow flower , that bears his name . - ECHO . His name revives , and lifts me up from earth , - See , see , the ...
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... rise ; Here , by this fountain , where thy love did pine , Whose memory lives fresh to vulgar fame , Shrined in this yellow flower , that bears his name . Echo.– His name revives , and lifts me up from earth , See , see , the mourning ...
... rise ; Here , by this fountain , where thy love did pine , Whose memory lives fresh to vulgar fame , Shrined in this yellow flower , that bears his name . Echo.– His name revives , and lifts me up from earth , See , see , the mourning ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Anemone beauteous beauty bells bend beneath bloom blossoms blow blue blushing bosom bower breast breath breeze bright Bring flowers CAROLINE BOWLES charms CHRISTMAS ROSE colours corolla crimson glory daisies Daphne mezereum decay deck drooping earth eastern pride fade fair fairy fairy bower fleur Foxglove fragrance gale garden gentle glowing grace green HAREBELL hath heart heartsease hour JASMINE lavender leaf leaves lily little hour lonely LORENZO DE MEDICI lowly modest MONOGYNIA morning morocco native Nature's nosegay o'er odours pale perfume petals plant Price pride PRIMROSE purple rich rose Royal 32mo saloop scent shade shed shining sigh Sir James Smith skies smell smile soft Spratt spread Spring stem summer sweet tears tender thee thine thou art thought tints tomb tree trembling TRIANDRIA unfold vale verdant vernal violet WALL-FLOWER wild wing winter wwwwww yellow ZEDOARY zephyr
Pasajes populares
Página 101 - I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, — Before, milk-white; now, purple with love's wound ; And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Página vi - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Página 125 - mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, "When upward-springing, blythe, to greet, The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth ; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flowers our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield ; But thou, beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field Unseen, alane.
Página v - She woos the tardy Spring: Till April starts, and calls around The sleeping fragrance from the ground, And lightly o'er the living scene Scatters his freshest, tenderest green. New-born flocks, in rustic dance, Frisking ply their feeble feet; Forgetful of their wintry trance The birds his presence greet: But chief, the sky-lark warbles high His trembling thrilling ecstasy; And lessening from the dazzled sight, Melts into air and liquid light.
Página 75 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Página 132 - Though long before thy hand they touch, I know that they must wither'd be, But yet reject them not as such; For I have cherish'd them as dear, Because they yet may meet thine eye, And guide thy soul to mine even here, When thou beholdst them drooping nigh, And knowst them gather'd by the Rhine, And offer'd from my heart to thine!
Página 78 - tis budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears ; The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears. O wilding rose, whom fancy thus endears, I bid your blossoms in my bonnet wave, Emblem of hope and love through future years...
Página 126 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, 'Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er ! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Página 161 - Though they smile in vain for what once was ours, They are love's last gift — bring ye flowers, pale flowers ! Bring flowers to the shrine where we kneel in prayer, They are nature's offering, their place is there ! They speak of hope to the fainting heart, With a voice of promise they come and part, They sleep in dust through the wintry hours, They break forth in glory — bring flowers, bright flowers ! THE CRUSADER'S RETURN. "Alas! the mother that him bare, If she had been in presence there,...
Página 126 - 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...