Flowers; their moral, language, and poetry, ed. by H.G. AdamsHenry Gardiner Adams 1844 |
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Page 63
... dear , Whose banner of blue is the lord of the main ? I - vy , we twine of changeless green , So Constant for ever in leaf and bough ; may the heart of our gentle queen , Be always verdant and fresh as now . C - arnation , laced with ...
... dear , Whose banner of blue is the lord of the main ? I - vy , we twine of changeless green , So Constant for ever in leaf and bough ; may the heart of our gentle queen , Be always verdant and fresh as now . C - arnation , laced with ...
Page 65
... dear ; For she's the pink o ' woman kind , and blooms without a peer- And a ' to be a posie to my ain dear May . I will pu ' the budding Rose , wnen Phoebus peeps in view , For it's like a baumy kiss o ' her sweet , bonny mou ' ; The ...
... dear ; For she's the pink o ' woman kind , and blooms without a peer- And a ' to be a posie to my ain dear May . I will pu ' the budding Rose , wnen Phoebus peeps in view , For it's like a baumy kiss o ' her sweet , bonny mou ' ; The ...
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... dear May . I'll tie the posie round wi ' the silken band of love , And I'll place it in her breast , and I'll swear by a ' above , That to my latest draught o ' life the band shall ne'er remove- And this will be a posie to my ain dear ...
... dear May . I'll tie the posie round wi ' the silken band of love , And I'll place it in her breast , and I'll swear by a ' above , That to my latest draught o ' life the band shall ne'er remove- And this will be a posie to my ain dear ...
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... ground . The wanderer gives it Memory's tear , Whilst Home seems pictured on its leaf ; And hopes , and hearts , and voices dear , Come o'er him - beautiful as brief . Tis not the bloom , though wild or rare , 72 THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS .
... ground . The wanderer gives it Memory's tear , Whilst Home seems pictured on its leaf ; And hopes , and hearts , and voices dear , Come o'er him - beautiful as brief . Tis not the bloom , though wild or rare , 72 THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS .
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... dear loveliness . And the Naiad - like lily of the vale , Whom youth makes so fair , and passion so pale , That the light of its tremulous bells is seen Through their pavilions of tender green ; And the hyacinth purple , and white , and ...
... dear loveliness . And the Naiad - like lily of the vale , Whom youth makes so fair , and passion so pale , That the light of its tremulous bells is seen Through their pavilions of tender green ; And the hyacinth purple , and white , and ...
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 246 - All sadness but despair : now gentle gales, Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole Those balmy spoils.
Page 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...
Page 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...