The Romance of Nature, Or, The Flower-seasons IllustratedCharles Tilt, 1836 - 253 páginas |
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... tears , like a summer cloud , As grieved to see thee its whiteness excel In the virgin hue of the snowdrop's bell . Then gaze upon earth with thine azure eyes , And bid their emblem , the violet , rise On the greenwood - bank , where ...
... tears , like a summer cloud , As grieved to see thee its whiteness excel In the virgin hue of the snowdrop's bell . Then gaze upon earth with thine azure eyes , And bid their emblem , the violet , rise On the greenwood - bank , where ...
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... st of the distant - the lost - the dear ; Thine azure is dimmed by a grief - fraught tear ; Yet I will not be sad , for thou tellest to me Of returning Spring and returning glee . THE MAY MORN BOUQUET . Come , let us goe 22.
... st of the distant - the lost - the dear ; Thine azure is dimmed by a grief - fraught tear ; Yet I will not be sad , for thou tellest to me Of returning Spring and returning glee . THE MAY MORN BOUQUET . Come , let us goe 22.
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... tears , When the low wind , its playmate's voice , it hears . And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine , Green cow - bind , and the moonlight - coloured May , And cherry blossoms , and white cups , whose wine Was the bright dew yet ...
... tears , When the low wind , its playmate's voice , it hears . And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine , Green cow - bind , and the moonlight - coloured May , And cherry blossoms , and white cups , whose wine Was the bright dew yet ...
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... tears brought forth . The cowslip bells are generally named by poets as the re- sort of fairies ; Shakspeare's " dainty Ariel " sings- Where the bee sucks , there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry . And ...
... tears brought forth . The cowslip bells are generally named by poets as the re- sort of fairies ; Shakspeare's " dainty Ariel " sings- Where the bee sucks , there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry . And ...
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... tears , Till she had all turned water , that in her ( As in a truer glass ) thou might'st have gazed , And seen thy beauties by more kind reflection . But self - love never yet could look on truth But with bleared beams ; slick Flattery ...
... tears , Till she had all turned water , that in her ( As in a truer glass ) thou might'st have gazed , And seen thy beauties by more kind reflection . But self - love never yet could look on truth But with bleared beams ; slick Flattery ...
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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.