The Romance of Nature, Or, The Flower-seasons IllustratedCharles Tilt, 1836 - 253 páginas |
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... Queen of Flowers Courtiers The Complaint of the Forget - me - not On a Friend's Birth - day Feuds among the Heather The Flower and the Fairy Passion Flowers The Flower of the Fountain Sonnet Summer and Summer Flowers PAGE . 93 96 99 100 ...
... Queen of Flowers Courtiers The Complaint of the Forget - me - not On a Friend's Birth - day Feuds among the Heather The Flower and the Fairy Passion Flowers The Flower of the Fountain Sonnet Summer and Summer Flowers PAGE . 93 96 99 100 ...
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... - where's my dearie ? I've put on all my finest things , ( This kerchief looks so natty ! ) My ears have now as handsome rings As those Will bought for Patty . I wonder who'll be chosen queen , I know who'd 23 THE MAY MORN BOUQUET. ...
... - where's my dearie ? I've put on all my finest things , ( This kerchief looks so natty ! ) My ears have now as handsome rings As those Will bought for Patty . I wonder who'll be chosen queen , I know who'd 23 THE MAY MORN BOUQUET. ...
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Mrs. Charles Meredith. I wonder who'll be chosen queen , I know who'd like to play it ; There's none so tall as me , I ween , Nor prettier tho ' I say it . And Lubin always says I tread As stately as a Venus , When I've one milk - pail ...
Mrs. Charles Meredith. I wonder who'll be chosen queen , I know who'd like to play it ; There's none so tall as me , I ween , Nor prettier tho ' I say it . And Lubin always says I tread As stately as a Venus , When I've one milk - pail ...
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... Queen " spirit . In that great poem Spenser displays infinite grandeur , loftiness , and luxuriant imagery ; but when we peruse or listen to it , we are no longer in the world of reality — the world of Chaucer ; we are at once witched ...
... Queen " spirit . In that great poem Spenser displays infinite grandeur , loftiness , and luxuriant imagery ; but when we peruse or listen to it , we are no longer in the world of reality — the world of Chaucer ; we are at once witched ...
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Mrs. Charles Meredith. 66 Spenser's descriptions in the Faëry Queen are grand and luxurious pictures , at which we gaze afar off , and wonder and admire , and gaze again ; and by these he is chiefly known . But it is in his pastoral ...
Mrs. Charles Meredith. 66 Spenser's descriptions in the Faëry Queen are grand and luxurious pictures , at which we gaze afar off , and wonder and admire , and gaze again ; and by these he is chiefly known . But it is in his pastoral ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Arbutus Autumn Bards Beaumont and Fletcher beauty bells Ben Jonson birds Blackberries bloom blossoms blue blush bonny brown bower breath breeze bright brow Carnation cheek colour Commeline Crocus daisy dance dear delicate delight Dianthus Chinensis doth e'en earth emblem fable fair fairy fancy favourite Fern fling floral floures Foxglove fragrant garden gaze gentle glorious Gorse graceful green Harebell hath head Heather Herrick Jasmine Jasmine tree kiss Ladye leaves light Lily Lobelia look loveliness lover maiden mede merry Narcissus Nature's ne'er neath Noble Kinsmen o'er pale Pan's Anniversary Pansy Passion Flowers peep perfume petals Pimpernel pink PLATE poems poetic Poets purple Queen rich Rose round scene season Shakspeare sigh sing smile Snowdrop soft song Spring stem Summer sweet tears tell thee things thou trees violet Wallflower wave wealth ween wind wind-flowers wings winter yellow young
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Página 28 - At a fair vestal, throned by the west ; And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quenched in the chaste beams of the watery moon ; And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Página 23 - And some have wept, and woo'd, and plighted troth, And chose their priest, ere we can cast off sloth: Many a green-gown has been given; Many a kiss, both odd and even: Many a glance too has been sent From out the eye, love's firmament; Many a jest told of the keys betraying This night, and locks pick'd, yet we're not aMaying.
Página 44 - Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Página 138 - 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 dy'd.
Página 154 - Her clothes spread wide, And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up; Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes, As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and indu'd Unto that element; but long it could not be Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death.
Página 52 - Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets ; Faint oxlips ; tender blue-bells, at whose birth The sod scarce heaved ; and that tall flower that wets Its mother's face with heaven-collected tears, When the low wind, its playmate's voice, it hears.
Página 145 - T do confess thou'rt smooth and fair, And I might have gone near to love thee. Had I not found the slightest prayer That lips could speak, had power to move thee; But I can let thee now alone, As worthy to be loved by none.
Página 136 - That fairer seemes the lesse ye see her may. Lo ! see soone after how more bold and free Her bared bosome she doth broad display ; Lo ! see soone after how she fades and falls away.
Página 60 - Nay! not so much as out of bed; When all the birds have matins said, And sung their thankful hymns; 'tis sin, Nay, profanation to keep in, When as a thousand virgins on this day Spring, sooner than the lark, to fetch in May.
Página 74 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.