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... morning ( when it groweth up ) it is a lesson of Divine Providence ; in the evening ( when it is cut down , withered ) it is a lesson of human mortali- ty . " After this , who shall affirm that ye are useless ? What advocate of utility ...
... morning ( when it groweth up ) it is a lesson of Divine Providence ; in the evening ( when it is cut down , withered ) it is a lesson of human mortali- ty . " After this , who shall affirm that ye are useless ? What advocate of utility ...
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... the soul Which knows not of a God . One morn between the clefts of stone Two leaflets burst to view ; And day by day , and one by one , The fragile branches grew . C It grew - nor canker knew - nor blight , MORAL OF FLOWERS . 33.
... the soul Which knows not of a God . One morn between the clefts of stone Two leaflets burst to view ; And day by day , and one by one , The fragile branches grew . C It grew - nor canker knew - nor blight , MORAL OF FLOWERS . 33.
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... morn , With gladness on her wings , calls forth , " Arise , " To trace the hills , the vales , where thousand dyes The ground adorn , While the dew sparkles yet within the violet's eyes . And when the day In golden slumber sinks , with ...
... morn , With gladness on her wings , calls forth , " Arise , " To trace the hills , the vales , where thousand dyes The ground adorn , While the dew sparkles yet within the violet's eyes . And when the day In golden slumber sinks , with ...
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... morning earth ! We will gaze and wonder At thy wondrous birth ! Bloom , gentle flower ! Lover of the light , Sought by wind and shower , Fondled by the night ! Fade , gentle flower ! All thy white leaves close ; Having shewn thy beauty ...
... morning earth ! We will gaze and wonder At thy wondrous birth ! Bloom , gentle flower ! Lover of the light , Sought by wind and shower , Fondled by the night ! Fade , gentle flower ! All thy white leaves close ; Having shewn thy beauty ...
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... morn Your incense grateful both to God and man . " - POLLOK Truly the real " Language of Flowers " is no system of unmeaning similitudes ; there is a deeper significance attached to every plant and flower , indeed to every object in ...
... morn Your incense grateful both to God and man . " - POLLOK Truly the real " Language of Flowers " is no system of unmeaning similitudes ; there is a deeper significance attached to every plant and flower , indeed to every object in ...
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adorn Almighty band beautiful bells bend beneath blessing bloom blossoms blue blush bosom bough bowers breath breeze bride bright Bring flowers brow buds CAROLINE BOWLES CHARLOTTE SMITH charm connecting space cowslips crown daisy dead deck delicate delight doth dream e'en earth EBENEZER ELLIOT ELIZA RENNIE Elves eyes fair fairest fairy fields floral fragrance fresh gale garden garlands gather gentle grace grass grave green grove grow hand harebells hath heart heaven holy hope hour Language of Flowers leaves light lily look love ye loveliness maiden mountain N. P. WILLIS nature nature's neath night nosegays o'er odours pale pale flowers perfume plants pleasant poet primrose purple queen rich rose says scent sighs singing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stream strew summer sweetest tears thee thou thought tomb trees vale violet wandering waving wild banks wild flowers woods
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Side 21 - I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Side 121 - I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with lush woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Side 248 - SMALL service is true service while it lasts : Of humblest Friends, bright Creature ! scorn not one : The Daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dew-drop from the Sun.
Side 85 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man! How passing wonder He who made him such, Who centred in our make such strange extremes!
Side 229 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Side 132 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry, On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily: Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Side 47 - Thus there are two books from whence I collect my divinity ; besides that written one of God, another of His servant nature, that universal and public manuscript, that lies expansed unto the eyes of all...
Side 246 - All sadness but despair : now gentle gales, Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole Those balmy spoils.
Side 238 - Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread. And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand ; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble ; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death Welcoming...
Side 237 - Go thou to Rome, — at once the Paradise, The grave, the city, and the wilderness; And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise, And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread...