The Poetical Language of Flowers: Or, The Pilgrimage of LoveD. Bogue, 1855 - 192 páginas |
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The Poetical Language of Flowers: Or, The Pilgrimage of Love Thomas Miller Visualização completa - 1847 |
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Acacia amid amongst ancient angels Arcadia arms beautiful beneath beside bloom blossoms blow blue blue heaven blush bowers breath bright Broom brow buds buried castle Chaucer cheek Constancy Cowslip crimson Daisy dark death deep dews doth drooping earth emblem eyes face fair fancy floating forest Forget-me-not fragrance garden gardens of heaven gathered gazed Goddess golden Gorse green hand happy Harebell hath Hawthorn heard heart heaven Hope houses of York hung immortal kisses Language of Flowers Laurustinus leaves light Lily lips looked Love lovers maiden merry England morning mournful murmuring never night nymph o'er Olympus pale pearly peeped perfume Phoebe Psyche Queen ringlets Rose Rosebud round shadow sigh silent silver singing sleep smiled Snowdrop solitude sorrow spot spring stood stream summer sunshine sweet sweeter thee thou thought trees twined valley Violet Wallflower wandered waved weary wild wings Woodbine young
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Página 81 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?
Página 185 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Página 29 - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Página 49 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Página 74 - I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound. And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Página 73 - Though old Ulysses tortured from his slumbers The glutted Cyclops, what care ? — Juliet leaning Amid her window-flowers, — sighing, — weaning Tenderly her fancy from its maiden snow, Doth more avail than these : the silver flow Of Hero's tears, the swoon of Imogen, Fair Pastorella in the bandit's den, Are things to brood on with more ardency Than the death-day of empires.
Página 29 - 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 50 - Those virgin lilies, all the night Bathing their beauties in the lake, That they may rise more fresh and bright, When their beloved Sun's awake...
Página viii - Is there so small a range In the present strength of manhood, that the high Imagination cannot freely fly As she was wont of old?
Página 59 - She takes him by the hand, and that is cold ; She whispers in his ears a heavy tale, As if they heard the woeful words she told...