Flora and Thalia; or, Gems of flowers and poetry, by a lady1835 |
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... scented Flowers On planting a Tulip . Root The Wreath WORDSWORTH • 181 DE SCUDERY • 182 VICTOR HUGO 183 HEMANS • 184 MONTGOMERY · 185 S. J. • 187 On the Lily The Blue Harebell On a Time - Piece Lily of the Valley The Snow Drop Several ...
... scented Flowers On planting a Tulip . Root The Wreath WORDSWORTH • 181 DE SCUDERY • 182 VICTOR HUGO 183 HEMANS • 184 MONTGOMERY · 185 S. J. • 187 On the Lily The Blue Harebell On a Time - Piece Lily of the Valley The Snow Drop Several ...
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... scent regal'd ; each odorif'rous leaf , Each op'ning blossom , freely breathes abroad Its gratitude , and thanks him with its sweets . COWPER . GARDENING . To deck the shapely knoll , That softly swell'd , and gaily dress'd , appears A ...
... scent regal'd ; each odorif'rous leaf , Each op'ning blossom , freely breathes abroad Its gratitude , and thanks him with its sweets . COWPER . GARDENING . To deck the shapely knoll , That softly swell'd , and gaily dress'd , appears A ...
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... scents the garden round : From the soft wing of vernal breezes shed , Anemones ; auriculas , enrich'd With shining meal o'er all their velvet leaves ; And full ranunculus , of glowing red . Then comes the tulip - race , where beauty ...
... scents the garden round : From the soft wing of vernal breezes shed , Anemones ; auriculas , enrich'd With shining meal o'er all their velvet leaves ; And full ranunculus , of glowing red . Then comes the tulip - race , where beauty ...
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... scent allures the vagrant's way , Or tempts him to thy golden mine . The glowing breath of gorgeous noon Is swelled by every other sweet ; Why dost thou only the pale moon And chilly night winds love to greet ? When young Endymion ...
... scent allures the vagrant's way , Or tempts him to thy golden mine . The glowing breath of gorgeous noon Is swelled by every other sweet ; Why dost thou only the pale moon And chilly night winds love to greet ? When young Endymion ...
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... scent , Sweet as that maiden's spotless mind , Which , when old age her charms has reft , Will charm by what is left behind . R. PATTERSON . Belfast . M. M. Spratt del . MEZEREON . ( Daphne mezereum 66 69 FLORA AND THALIA .
... scent , Sweet as that maiden's spotless mind , Which , when old age her charms has reft , Will charm by what is left behind . R. PATTERSON . Belfast . M. M. Spratt del . MEZEREON . ( Daphne mezereum 66 69 FLORA AND THALIA .
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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...