The Romance of Nature, Or, The Flower-seasons IllustratedCharles Tilt, 1836 - 253ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... dance , And now assemble round her early grave- The very tree , from whence the wreath was plucked That crowned her Lady of the May , has given A chaplet of its flowers , the wan white rose , To lay upon her pall .'- * * * And have not ...
... dance , And now assemble round her early grave- The very tree , from whence the wreath was plucked That crowned her Lady of the May , has given A chaplet of its flowers , the wan white rose , To lay upon her pall .'- * * * And have not ...
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... dancing in sunshine and showers , Like fairies or butterflies - bright young flowers ; O'er vale and o'er mountain ... dance ' Neath the bright warm sun ; But the moon's pale glance Bids our sport be done , - Then we close our petals ...
... dancing in sunshine and showers , Like fairies or butterflies - bright young flowers ; O'er vale and o'er mountain ... dance ' Neath the bright warm sun ; But the moon's pale glance Bids our sport be done , - Then we close our petals ...
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... Dancing in breezes - we gay young flowers ! How oft doth an emblem bud silently tell What language could never speak half so well ! E'en sister flow'rs envy the ... dance in the sportive gale ! Oh ! come to the river's rim , come to 7.
... Dancing in breezes - we gay young flowers ! How oft doth an emblem bud silently tell What language could never speak half so well ! E'en sister flow'rs envy the ... dance in the sportive gale ! Oh ! come to the river's rim , come to 7.
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... dance upon the leaves , and make them sing Gentle love - lays to the Spring , Gilding all the vales below With your verdure as ye blow ; Raise these forms from under ground , With a soft and happy sound . BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER . COME ...
... dance upon the leaves , and make them sing Gentle love - lays to the Spring , Gilding all the vales below With your verdure as ye blow ; Raise these forms from under ground , With a soft and happy sound . BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER . COME ...
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... dance in the genial ray . Merry and glad will the bright earth be When Winter retreats , and thou art free , Floating around us on fragrant wing , And gemmed with soft dew - drops - thou fair young Spring ! FRIENDS IN WINTER . THE SNOW ...
... dance in the genial ray . Merry and glad will the bright earth be When Winter retreats , and thou art free , Floating around us on fragrant wing , And gemmed with soft dew - drops - thou fair young Spring ! FRIENDS IN WINTER . THE SNOW ...
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28 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
23 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
44 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
138 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
154 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
52 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
145 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
136 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
60 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
74 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.