The Romance of Nature, Or, The Flower-seasons IllustratedCharles Tilt, 1836 - 253 páginas |
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... delight . Then came faire May , the fayrest Mayde on ground Deckt with all dainties of her season's pryde , And throwing flowres out of her lap around : Upon two brethren's shoulders she did ride , The twinnes of Leda ; which , on ...
... delight . Then came faire May , the fayrest Mayde on ground Deckt with all dainties of her season's pryde , And throwing flowres out of her lap around : Upon two brethren's shoulders she did ride , The twinnes of Leda ; which , on ...
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... delight abounding In the freshe shadowe did for them prepayre , To rest their limbs , with wearines redounding . For first the high palme - trees , with braunches faire , Out of the lowly vallies did arise , And high shoote up their ...
... delight abounding In the freshe shadowe did for them prepayre , To rest their limbs , with wearines redounding . For first the high palme - trees , with braunches faire , Out of the lowly vallies did arise , And high shoote up their ...
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... delightful a volume , I much wonder such a work has not yet been pub- lished . * The gallant and graceful Earl Surrey , the lover of the fair Geraldine , has dedicated one of his sweetest sonnets to " A Description of Spring , in which ...
... delightful a volume , I much wonder such a work has not yet been pub- lished . * The gallant and graceful Earl Surrey , the lover of the fair Geraldine , has dedicated one of his sweetest sonnets to " A Description of Spring , in which ...
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... delight . How gracefully linked together in perfect poesy are the few sweet Spring Flowers which our divine Shakspeare repre- sents the fair Perdita as wishing for to present to her guests- O Proserpina , For the flowers now , that ...
... delight . How gracefully linked together in perfect poesy are the few sweet Spring Flowers which our divine Shakspeare repre- sents the fair Perdita as wishing for to present to her guests- O Proserpina , For the flowers now , that ...
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... describes his great fondness for study , and how he delights in reading his " olde bookes , " for which he has such faith and credence that no sport nor game can entice him away from them , Save certainly , whan that the month of Maie Is ...
... describes his great fondness for study , and how he delights in reading his " olde bookes , " for which he has such faith and credence that no sport nor game can entice him away from them , Save certainly , whan that the month of Maie Is ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Arbutus Autumn Beaumont and Fletcher beautiful bells Ben Jonson bloom blossoms blue blush bonny bonny brown bower breath breeze bright brow buds Carnation cheek colour Commeline Crocus daisy dance dear delicate delight Dianthus Chinensis doth e'en earth elegant emblem fable fair fairy fancy favourite Fern fling floral floures flowers Forget-me-not Foxglove fragrant garden gaze gentle glorious Gorse graceful green Harebell hath head Heather Herrick illustrative Jasmine Jasmine tree kiss Lady Ladye leaves light Lily Lobelia look loveliness lover mede merry morocco Narcissus Nature's ne'er neath Noble Kinsmen o'er pale Pan's Anniversary Pansy Passion Flowers peep perfume petals pink PLATE poems poetical Poets purple Queen rich Rose scene season Shakspeare sigh sing smile Snowdrop soft song Spring stem Summer sweet tears tell thee things thou trees Violet wave wealth ween wild wind wind-flowers yellow young
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Página 122 - The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses...
Página 122 - 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 dyed.
Página 75 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.
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 61 - FAIR Daffodils! we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
Página 122 - 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. The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair ; The roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame, another white despair...
Página 122 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
Página 66 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. 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.
Página 44 - Winter suddenly was changed to Spring ; And gentle odours led my steps astray, Mixed with a sound of waters murmuring Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, But kibsed it and then fled, as thou mightest in dream.
Página 122 - 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. So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortall life the leafe, the bud, the flowre...