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... delight , to awaken those latent sympathies from which all the moral and intel- lectual greatness of man finally arises . " And well may we , therefore , when we see the child treasuring his daisies and cowslips , or chasing the brown ...
... delight , to awaken those latent sympathies from which all the moral and intel- lectual greatness of man finally arises . " And well may we , therefore , when we see the child treasuring his daisies and cowslips , or chasing the brown ...
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... delight— " And thus , with many feelings , many thoughts , We make a meditative joy , and find Religious meanings in the forms of Nature . " The lover of either the garden or the country landscape B 2 INTRODUCTION . 3.
... delight— " And thus , with many feelings , many thoughts , We make a meditative joy , and find Religious meanings in the forms of Nature . " The lover of either the garden or the country landscape B 2 INTRODUCTION . 3.
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... delight the artist and the lover of nature , who pause in their walks to mark , in the foliage , the rich green tint , the bright yellow , the brown , or the crimson . Our native plants often display a considerable degree of this latter ...
... delight the artist and the lover of nature , who pause in their walks to mark , in the foliage , the rich green tint , the bright yellow , the brown , or the crimson . Our native plants often display a considerable degree of this latter ...
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... delight to welcome the blossoms of spring . Long summer days are approaching , we may anticipate pleasant walks in " Each lane and alley green , Dingle or bushy dell of the wild wood , " and hope soon to revel in the profusion of trees ...
... delight to welcome the blossoms of spring . Long summer days are approaching , we may anticipate pleasant walks in " Each lane and alley green , Dingle or bushy dell of the wild wood , " and hope soon to revel in the profusion of trees ...
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... delights of a little garden of their own , share in the feelings with which Miss Bowles describes the simple beauties of her garden plot ! " And thriving plants were there , though not of price , No puny children of a foreign soil , But ...
... delights of a little garden of their own , share in the feelings with which Miss Bowles describes the simple beauties of her garden plot ! " And thriving plants were there , though not of price , No puny children of a foreign soil , But ...
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82 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
166 ÆäÀÌÁö - Come, my Corinna, come; and, coming, mark How each field turns a street, each street a park Made green and trimm'd with trees: see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch: each porch, each door, ere this An ark, a tabernacle is, Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove; As if here were those cooler shades of love.
226 ÆäÀÌÁö - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears: Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
147 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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. 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.
96 ÆäÀÌÁö - twas beyond a mortal's share To wander solitary there: Two paradises 'twere in one To live in paradise alone. How well the skilful gardener drew Of flowers and herbs this dial new; Where from above the milder sun Does through a fragrant zodiac run; And, as it works, the industrious bee Computes its time as well as we. How could such sweet and wholesome hours Be reckoned but with herbs and flowers!
166 ÆäÀÌÁö - To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green, And sweet as Flora.
376 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
165 ÆäÀÌÁö - And sung their thankful hymns: 'tis sin, Nay, profanation, to keep in, — Whenas a thousand virgins on this day, Spring, sooner than the lark, to fetch in May.
165 ÆäÀÌÁö - In the month of May, namely, on May-day in the morning, every man, except impediment, would walk into the sweet meadows and green woods, there to rejoice their spirits with the beauty and savour of sweet flowers, and with the harmony of birds, praising God in their kind...
301 ÆäÀÌÁö - The soul of a true Christian, as I then wrote my meditations, appeared like such a little white flower as we see in the spring of the year, low and humble, on the ground; opening its bosom to receive the pleasant beams of the sun's glory; rejoicing, as it were, in a calm rapture; diffusing around a sweet fragrancy; standing peacefully and lovingly in the midst of other flowers round about; all, in like manner, opening their bosoms to drink in the light of the sun.