The Floral Gift, from Nature and the HeartMary Chauncey Jonathan Grout, Jr., 203 Main Street, 1846 - 128ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... , And on thy bosom's yielding snow be pressed ! Thus shall thy fondness for my flowers reveal , The love that maiden coyness would conceal . Park Benjamin . PREFACE . " In eastern lands they talk in flowers INTRODUCTION. ...
... , And on thy bosom's yielding snow be pressed ! Thus shall thy fondness for my flowers reveal , The love that maiden coyness would conceal . Park Benjamin . PREFACE . " In eastern lands they talk in flowers INTRODUCTION. ...
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... Yield not to dark despair . One flower , whose fragrant blossom Blooms but for thee alone , One fond confiding bosom , Whose love is all thine own ? Thou hast one tie to bind thee , " In this dark world of care , ' O , let not sorrow ...
... Yield not to dark despair . One flower , whose fragrant blossom Blooms but for thee alone , One fond confiding bosom , Whose love is all thine own ? Thou hast one tie to bind thee , " In this dark world of care , ' O , let not sorrow ...
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... yield me not to beauty , Though thou indeed art fair ; I yield me - not to lightness , Though thou art light as air . I yield me not to wisdom , Thou wisest of thy kind . But , rescue.or no rescue , To thy purity of mind . " T. Dunn ...
... yield me not to beauty , Though thou indeed art fair ; I yield me - not to lightness , Though thou art light as air . I yield me not to wisdom , Thou wisest of thy kind . But , rescue.or no rescue , To thy purity of mind . " T. Dunn ...
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... yields her gem to thee , On thy true breast to sparkle rare , She places ' neath thy household tree , The idol of her fondest care , And by thy trust to be forgiven , When judgment wakes in terror wild , By all thy treasured hopes of ...
... yields her gem to thee , On thy true breast to sparkle rare , She places ' neath thy household tree , The idol of her fondest care , And by thy trust to be forgiven , When judgment wakes in terror wild , By all thy treasured hopes of ...
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... I think me thus how pure the bliss , To yield the spirit up to God ; - Its requiem , from yonder sky , Those strains of Heaven's own minstrelsy ! 116 THE FLORAL GIFT . SORREL . Rumex Acetosellus , THE FLORAL GIFT . 115.
... I think me thus how pure the bliss , To yield the spirit up to God ; - Its requiem , from yonder sky , Those strains of Heaven's own minstrelsy ! 116 THE FLORAL GIFT . SORREL . Rumex Acetosellus , THE FLORAL GIFT . 115.
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45 ÆäÀÌÁö - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
18 ÆäÀÌÁö - Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers.
68 ÆäÀÌÁö - For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obscure, and a' that, The rank is but the guinea's stamp — The man's the gowd for a
49 ÆäÀÌÁö - Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor...
68 ÆäÀÌÁö - Guid faith he mauna fa' that! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than, a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
97 ÆäÀÌÁö - Renews the life of joy in happiest hours. It is a little thing to speak a phrase Of common comfort which by daily use Has almost lost its sense ; yet, on the ear Of him who thought to die unmourn'd...
82 ÆäÀÌÁö - A word — a look —• has crushed to earth Full many a budding flower, Which, had a smile but owned its birth, Would bless life's darkest hour.
49 ÆäÀÌÁö - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love, Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : 0, no ; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
69 ÆäÀÌÁö - As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow, While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below, So the cheek may be tinged with a warm sunny smile, Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while.
29 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.