Flowers; their moral, language, and poetry, ed. by H.G. AdamsHenry Gardiner Adams 1844 |
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... Daisies , ye flowers of lowly birth , Embroiderers of the carpet earth , That stud the velvet sod , Open to Spring's refreshing air , In sweetest , smiling bloom , declare Your Maker , and my God . " - JOHN CLARE . 66 Verily , it was ...
... Daisies , ye flowers of lowly birth , Embroiderers of the carpet earth , That stud the velvet sod , Open to Spring's refreshing air , In sweetest , smiling bloom , declare Your Maker , and my God . " - JOHN CLARE . 66 Verily , it was ...
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... daisies , and long purples . " the Of which it has been observed that they are all em- blematic flowers , the first signifying , Fair Maid ; second , stung to the quick ; the third , her virgin bloom ; the fourth , under the cold hand ...
... daisies , and long purples . " the Of which it has been observed that they are all em- blematic flowers , the first signifying , Fair Maid ; second , stung to the quick ; the third , her virgin bloom ; the fourth , under the cold hand ...
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... daisies , are thy treasure ; I'd gladly part with worldly pelf , To taste again thy youthful pleasure ! " JOANNA BAILLIE . Says the first of Scotland's poetesses , addressing a child ; and the Northamptonshire peasant , in his own ...
... daisies , are thy treasure ; I'd gladly part with worldly pelf , To taste again thy youthful pleasure ! " JOANNA BAILLIE . Says the first of Scotland's poetesses , addressing a child ; and the Northamptonshire peasant , in his own ...
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... daisies growing over him ” ? Another poet , who passed a weary and a toilsome life , - " Chained to the desk , the world's o'er - laboured slave , " Thus recurs to the sweet morn of existence ; - " How beautiful The vernal hour of life ...
... daisies growing over him ” ? Another poet , who passed a weary and a toilsome life , - " Chained to the desk , the world's o'er - laboured slave , " Thus recurs to the sweet morn of existence ; - " How beautiful The vernal hour of life ...
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... daisies o'er ; Enough for thee are the dews that sleep , Like hidden gems , in the flower - urns deep ; Enough the rich crimson spots that dwell ' Midst the gold of the cowslip's perfumed cell ; And the scent by the blossoming sweet ...
... daisies o'er ; Enough for thee are the dews that sleep , Like hidden gems , in the flower - urns deep ; Enough the rich crimson spots that dwell ' Midst the gold of the cowslip's perfumed cell ; And the scent by the blossoming sweet ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
adorn Almighty band beautiful bells bend beneath blessing bloom blossoms blue blush bosom bough bowers breath breeze bride bright Bring flowers brow buds CAROLINE BOWLES CHARLOTTE SMITH charm connecting space cowslips crown daisy dead deck delicate delight doth dream e'en earth EBENEZER ELLIOT ELIZA RENNIE Elves eyes fair fairest fairy fields floral fragrance fresh gale garden garlands gather gentle grace grass grave green grove grow hand harebells hath heart heaven holy hope hour Language of Flowers leaves light lily look love ye loveliness maiden mountain N. P. WILLIS nature nature's neath night nosegays o'er odours pale pale flowers perfume plants pleasant poet primrose purple queen rich rose says scent sighs singing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stream strew summer sweetest tears thee thou thought tomb trees vale violet wandering waving wild banks wild flowers woods
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 21 - I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Seite 121 - I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with lush woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Seite 248 - SMALL service is true service while it lasts : Of humblest Friends, bright Creature ! scorn not one : The Daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dew-drop from the Sun.
Seite 85 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man! How passing wonder He who made him such, Who centred in our make such strange extremes!
Seite 229 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Seite 132 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry, On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily: Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Seite 47 - Thus there are two books from whence I collect my divinity ; besides that written one of God, another of His servant nature, that universal and public manuscript, that lies expansed unto the eyes of all...
Seite 246 - All sadness but despair : now gentle gales, Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole Those balmy spoils.
Seite 238 - Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread. And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand ; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble ; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death Welcoming...
Seite 237 - Go thou to Rome, — at once the Paradise, The grave, the city, and the wilderness; And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise, And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread...