Flora's Interpreter, and Fortuna FloraBenjamin B. Mussey, 1849 - 288 páginas |
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... shadow gather in the skies , And clouds the day ; and , looking far beyond The glory in its gaze , it sadly sees Countless privations , and far - coming storms , Shrinking from what it conjures . Love is a sorry slave , And a sad master ...
... shadow gather in the skies , And clouds the day ; and , looking far beyond The glory in its gaze , it sadly sees Countless privations , and far - coming storms , Shrinking from what it conjures . Love is a sorry slave , And a sad master ...
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... shadow . But when the tints of autumn have Their sober reign asserted , The landscape that cold shadow shows Into a light converted . Thus thoughts that frown upon our mirth Will smile upon our sorrow , And many dark fears of to - day ...
... shadow . But when the tints of autumn have Their sober reign asserted , The landscape that cold shadow shows Into a light converted . Thus thoughts that frown upon our mirth Will smile upon our sorrow , And many dark fears of to - day ...
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... shadows flit along the sea , My dreams have vanished , and my vision ended : And when thy lover leads thee to the altar , My cheek shall never blanch , nor my voice falter . Farewell ! my lip may wear a careless smile- My words may ...
... shadows flit along the sea , My dreams have vanished , and my vision ended : And when thy lover leads thee to the altar , My cheek shall never blanch , nor my voice falter . Farewell ! my lip may wear a careless smile- My words may ...
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... shadow a thought might die , Nor drink , from the cup of revelry , The ruin my gold would buy . But I'd break the fetters of care - worn things , And be spirit and fancy free ; My mind should go up where it longs to go , And the ...
... shadow a thought might die , Nor drink , from the cup of revelry , The ruin my gold would buy . But I'd break the fetters of care - worn things , And be spirit and fancy free ; My mind should go up where it longs to go , And the ...
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... Anon . And when death's shadows round thee swell , And dim thy starry eyes , O , mayst thou be , my Rosabelle , A spirit of the skies Robert Morris . LADY'S SLIPPER . Cypripedium . Class 20. Order 2. A 102 FLORA'S INTERPRETER .
... Anon . And when death's shadows round thee swell , And dim thy starry eyes , O , mayst thou be , my Rosabelle , A spirit of the skies Robert Morris . LADY'S SLIPPER . Cypripedium . Class 20. Order 2. A 102 FLORA'S INTERPRETER .
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Albany Advertiser Amaranth Anon ANSWER beams beauty Bernard Barton bloom blossoms blue blush bosom bowers breath bright brow Calycanthus calyx Chamomile charm cheek Class 19 Class 21 clouds cold color crimson dark deep Dianthus dreams earth fade fair feeling Flow Flowers white found in Europe fragrant gentle genus Geranium Gisborne glow golden grace hath heaven hope hour Houstonia India indigenous J. G. Whittier Larkspur Laurustinus leaf leaves life's light Lily lonely look love thee Love's loveliness LYMPHATIC Mezereon morning mountain never North America o'er Order 13 pale Passion Flower Percival perfume pink pistils plant pure purple Rosa rose SANGUINE SENTIMENT shade shadows shine Siberia skies smile sorrow soul species spirit spring stamens star summer sweet tears TEMPERAMENTS tender thine thou art thoughts thy heart tree Umbels violet waves weary wild Willis young youth
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Página 183 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Página 251 - 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.
Página 96 - Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh, my latest sigh Will not be life's but hers. I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon— Her health! and would on earth there stood, Some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, And weariness a name.
Página 251 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Página 235 - Thou waitest late and com'st alone, When woods are bare and birds are flown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near his end. Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes to the sky, Blue — blue — as if that sky let fall A flower from its cerulean wall.
Página 235 - GENTIAN. THOU blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue, That openest when the quiet light Succeeds the keen and frosty night. Thou comest not when violets lean O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines, in purple dressed, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. Thou waitest late and com'st alone, When woods are bare and birds are flown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near his end.
Página 17 - Celestial voices Hymn it unto our souls : according harps, By angel fingers touched when the mild stars Of morning sang together, sound forth still The song of our great immortality...
Página 159 - Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tarn maun ride — That hour o...
Página 157 - OH, fairest of the rural maids ! Thy birth was in the forest shades ; Green boughs, and glimpses of the sky, Were all that met thine infant eye. Thy sports, thy wanderings, when a child, Were ever in the sylvan wild ; And all the beauty of the place Is in thy heart and on thy face. The twilight of the trees and rocks Is in the light shade of thy locks ; Thy step is as the wind, that weaves Its playful way among the leaves.
Página 126 - LAMENT who will, in fruitless tears, The speed with which our moments fly ; I sigh not over vanished years, But watch the years that hasten by. Look, how they come, — a mingled crowd Of bright and dark, but rapid days ; Beneath them, like a summer cloud, The wide world changes as I gaze. What ! grieve that time has brought so soon The sober age of manhood on ! As idly might I weep, at noon, To see the blush of morning gone.