Gift of Flowers: Love's Wreath for 1854Rufus Wilmot Griswold Leavitt & Allen, 1854 - 287페이지 |
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... morning rode , Though the noon - day sun look'd clear and bright , Mocking the spoil of the secret night . The rose - leaves , like flakes of crimson snow , Paved the turf and the moss below ; The lilies were drooping , and white , and ...
... morning rode , Though the noon - day sun look'd clear and bright , Mocking the spoil of the secret night . The rose - leaves , like flakes of crimson snow , Paved the turf and the moss below ; The lilies were drooping , and white , and ...
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... morning's blush , she made it thine , The morn's sweet breath , she gave it thee ; And in thy look , my Columbine ! Each fond - remember'd spot she bade me see . I see the hill's far - gazing head , Where gay thou noddest in the gale ...
... morning's blush , she made it thine , The morn's sweet breath , she gave it thee ; And in thy look , my Columbine ! Each fond - remember'd spot she bade me see . I see the hill's far - gazing head , Where gay thou noddest in the gale ...
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... morning clouds , and cistus woodbine - twined- Didst thou not wake me from a dream of death ? Yea , and thy voice was sweeter than the wind When it inhales the love - sick violet's breath , Bending it down with kisses , where the bee ...
... morning clouds , and cistus woodbine - twined- Didst thou not wake me from a dream of death ? Yea , and thy voice was sweeter than the wind When it inhales the love - sick violet's breath , Bending it down with kisses , where the bee ...
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... morning , weep . When my mother's harsh rejection Bids me cease my love to speak , - Pledges of a true affection , When your gentle aid I seek , - Then by every voiceless token , Hope , and faith unchanged , are spoken , And by you my ...
... morning , weep . When my mother's harsh rejection Bids me cease my love to speak , - Pledges of a true affection , When your gentle aid I seek , - Then by every voiceless token , Hope , and faith unchanged , are spoken , And by you my ...
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... morning , she displays Her open breast when Phoebus spreads his rays ; How she observes him in his daily walk , Still bending tow'rds him her small slender stalk ; How , when he down declines , she droops and mourns , Bedew'd as ' twere ...
... morning , she displays Her open breast when Phoebus spreads his rays ; How she observes him in his daily walk , Still bending tow'rds him her small slender stalk ; How , when he down declines , she droops and mourns , Bedew'd as ' twere ...
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Amaranth BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath BERNARD BARTON bloom blossoms blue blush bosom boughs bowers breast breath breeze bright BROKEN FLOWER buds charms cheek child cloud cold Cowslip DAFFODILS daisy dead dear delight dost doth dreams drooping earth fair fairest Fancy crown flowerets fragrance gale garden gaze gentle flower glow golden grace green hath heart heaven hour JOHN KEATS JOHN STERLING leaf leaves life's light lily little rose lone look'd love's MELROSE ABBEY morning Narcissus nature's ne'er NOSEGAY nymph o'er odours pale pass'd perfume pride primrose purple rill round scarlet pimpernel scent sensitive plant shade shed shine showers sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring star stream summer sunny sweet tears tender thee thine thou art thought tomb tree twine vale vernal violet wall-flower weep wild wind wind-flower wing winter wither'd
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31 페이지 - 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...
215 페이지 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
118 페이지 - 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; pale prim-roses That die unmarried ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength...
122 페이지 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is given.
156 페이지 - And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers ; But one thing want these banks of Rhine, — Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine...
127 페이지 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired; Bid her come forth! Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
214 페이지 - 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.
231 페이지 - THERE is a flower, a little flower, With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky. The prouder beauties of the field In gay but quick succession shine, Race after race their honours yield, They flourish and decline. But this small flower, to Nature dear, While moons and stars their courses run, Wreathes the whole circle of the year, Companion of the Sun.
22 페이지 - Neath cloistered boughs each floral bell that swingeth And tolls its perfume on the passing air Makes Sabbath in the fields, and ever ringeth A call to prayer : Not to the domes where crumbling arch and column Attest the feebleness of mortal hand, But to that fane most catholic and solemn Which God hath plann'd,— To that cathedral, boundless as our wonder, Whose quenchless lamps the sun and moon supply, Its choir the winds and waves, its organ thunder, Its dome the sky.