Garden Walks with the PoetsG.P. Putman, 1852 - 340ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... Give the children holidays , ( And let these be jolly days , ) Grant freedom to the children in this joyous Spring : Better men , hereafter , Shall we have , for laughter Freely shouted to the woods , till all the echoes ring . A SPRING ...
... Give the children holidays , ( And let these be jolly days , ) Grant freedom to the children in this joyous Spring : Better men , hereafter , Shall we have , for laughter Freely shouted to the woods , till all the echoes ring . A SPRING ...
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... Give me blue flowers To grace my bowers , The perfect color - heaven's own blue ; Sweet violet , In emerald set , And glistening with the fragrant dew ; Or by the brook , With downcast look , The modest harebell's fairy form I love to ...
... Give me blue flowers To grace my bowers , The perfect color - heaven's own blue ; Sweet violet , In emerald set , And glistening with the fragrant dew ; Or by the brook , With downcast look , The modest harebell's fairy form I love to ...
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Caroline Matilda Kirkland. BLUE FLOWERS . Blue flowers ! -Oh give me fair blue flowers ! So pleadingly their azure eyes Uplook in mine in morning's hours , Taking their color from the skies : Of heaven they learn ; To heaven they turn ...
Caroline Matilda Kirkland. BLUE FLOWERS . Blue flowers ! -Oh give me fair blue flowers ! So pleadingly their azure eyes Uplook in mine in morning's hours , Taking their color from the skies : Of heaven they learn ; To heaven they turn ...
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... upon the earth doth fling , Ere Winter's star has set ; She dwells behind her leafy screen , And gives , as Angels give , unseen , Lo , love - the Violet ! 58 ANONYMOUS . What modest thoughts the Violet teaches , 3 *
... upon the earth doth fling , Ere Winter's star has set ; She dwells behind her leafy screen , And gives , as Angels give , unseen , Lo , love - the Violet ! 58 ANONYMOUS . What modest thoughts the Violet teaches , 3 *
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... bow at his coming and look brave In all the richness of their new attire ; The Aspen's shining leaves give back his smile , Dancing in glee , yet whispering in awe , THE MAY MORNING . Like bashful maidens at some gorgeous.
... bow at his coming and look brave In all the richness of their new attire ; The Aspen's shining leaves give back his smile , Dancing in glee , yet whispering in awe , THE MAY MORNING . Like bashful maidens at some gorgeous.
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ALLAN CUNNINGHAM ANDREW MARVELL Anon Autumn Barry Cornwall beauty beneath bloom blossoms blow blue boughs bowers breast breath breeze bright buds Buttercups CHARLOTTE SMITH charms cheer child clouds COUNTESS OF WINCHELSEA creeping daisies dear delight doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes fade fair fairy fancy flowers fly away home fragrant garden gaze gentle GEORGE GASCOIGNE glad glowing golden green happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hast hath heart heaven Heigh hills holy HYMN JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL Jeune leaf leaves LEIGH HUNT light Lily look MARY HOWITT morning Nature's night o'er perfume pleasant pleasure pride rain rose round SARAH ROBERTS shade shining showers sigh sing skies smile snow soft song sorrow soul Southey spirit Spring stars stream Summer sunny sweet tears tender thee thine thing thou art thought tree vernal violets wild winds wings Winter
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168 ÆäÀÌÁö - Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes, — So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name.
128 ÆäÀÌÁö - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, •An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
241 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
42 ÆäÀÌÁö - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness: The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds and other seas, Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
167 ÆäÀÌÁö - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit, As, musing slow, I hail Thy genial, loved return ! For when thy folding star — arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant hours, and elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge. And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still, The pensive pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car, Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene, Or find some ruin...
129 ÆäÀÌÁö - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
20 ÆäÀÌÁö - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
254 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then wherefore, wherefore were they made, All dyed with rainbow light, All fashioned with supremest grace Upspringing day and night : — Springing in valleys green and low. And on the mountains high, And in the silent wilderness Where no man passes by...
178 ÆäÀÌÁö - And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath, But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth A vengeful canker eat him up to death. More flowers I noted, yet I none could see But sweet or colour it had stolen from thee.
178 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 dyed.