The Romance of Nature, Or, The Flower-seasons IllustratedCharles Tilt, 1836 - 253ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... give a kindly greeting to the troops of merry village children who revel in their blossomy wealth ; and right welcome are they , gladdening the eyes of the poor town me- chanic , when he breathes the fresh country air on Sunday , and ...
... give a kindly greeting to the troops of merry village children who revel in their blossomy wealth ; and right welcome are they , gladdening the eyes of the poor town me- chanic , when he breathes the fresh country air on Sunday , and ...
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... gives , new beauty . Oh ! -they're fair ! Most wonderful and lovely are they all , - From our own daisy , " crimson - tipped , " that greets Our English childhood with its lowly look , To the proud giants of the Western world , And ...
... gives , new beauty . Oh ! -they're fair ! Most wonderful and lovely are they all , - From our own daisy , " crimson - tipped , " that greets Our English childhood with its lowly look , To the proud giants of the Western world , And ...
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... too - for both , I see , Your cheek and eye disclose . And Marion may mate her pale And fair face with the lily ; And jealous Nancy cannot fail To choose the daffodilly . The honeysuckle give to Kate , So kindly and caressing 26.
... too - for both , I see , Your cheek and eye disclose . And Marion may mate her pale And fair face with the lily ; And jealous Nancy cannot fail To choose the daffodilly . The honeysuckle give to Kate , So kindly and caressing 26.
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... be dancing . And Lubin now , without remorse , His bright blue vest's adorning With a gay bunch of yellow Gorse ; While all the maids are scorning Such " trumpery and queer " bouquet , ' Till E 2 27 The honeysuckle give to Kate, ...
... be dancing . And Lubin now , without remorse , His bright blue vest's adorning With a gay bunch of yellow Gorse ; While all the maids are scorning Such " trumpery and queer " bouquet , ' Till E 2 27 The honeysuckle give to Kate, ...
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... give it unto one whose long - tried heart May claim a prize so rich . Smile , Lady , mine , And though thou art so passing fair , yet deign To imitate the lily - bells - and I Will shelter thee from every unkind breath , And fold thee ...
... give it unto one whose long - tried heart May claim a prize so rich . Smile , Lady , mine , And though thou art so passing fair , yet deign To imitate the lily - bells - and I Will shelter thee from every unkind breath , And fold thee ...
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122 ÆäÀÌÁö - The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses...
122 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.
75 ÆäÀÌÁö - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.
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.
61 ÆäÀÌÁö - FAIR Daffodils! we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
122 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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. The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair ; The roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame, another white despair...
122 ÆäÀÌÁö - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
66 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
44 ÆäÀÌÁö - Winter suddenly was changed to Spring ; And gentle odours led my steps astray, Mixed with a sound of waters murmuring Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, But kibsed it and then fled, as thou mightest in dream.
122 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. So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortall life the leafe, the bud, the flowre...