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... ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us , and a sleep Full of sweet dreams and health , and quiet breathing . " And is not a Flower " a thing of beauty CHAPTER THE MORAL OF FLOWERS.
... ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us , and a sleep Full of sweet dreams and health , and quiet breathing . " And is not a Flower " a thing of beauty CHAPTER THE MORAL OF FLOWERS.
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... sleep and broken chain ; And say , that He who from the dust Recalls the slumbering flower , Will surely visit those who trust His mercy and his power ; Will mark where sleeps their peaceful clay , And roll , ere long , the stone away ...
... sleep and broken chain ; And say , that He who from the dust Recalls the slumbering flower , Will surely visit those who trust His mercy and his power ; Will mark where sleeps their peaceful clay , And roll , ere long , the stone away ...
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... sleeping in the cold church - yard , or if not so , divided from him by a wide gulph of worldly cares and interests , no longer exerci- sing a judicious control over his actions ; no longer with a firm yet gentle hand , pulling from him ...
... sleeping in the cold church - yard , or if not so , divided from him by a wide gulph of worldly cares and interests , no longer exerci- sing a judicious control over his actions ; no longer with a firm yet gentle hand , pulling from him ...
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... sleep , Like hidden gems , in the flower - urns deep ; Enough the rich crimson spots that dwell ' Midst the gold of the cowslip's perfumed cell ; And the scent by the blossoming sweet - briers shed , And the beauty that bows the wood ...
... sleep , Like hidden gems , in the flower - urns deep ; Enough the rich crimson spots that dwell ' Midst the gold of the cowslip's perfumed cell ; And the scent by the blossoming sweet - briers shed , And the beauty that bows the wood ...
Side 100
... sleeps A child , as bright and young ! But years since then have passed away , And years bring change , and blight , and woe- And they who come the latest here Are oft the first to go . The phantom of the greenwood glen Is sleeping in a ...
... sleeps A child , as bright and young ! But years since then have passed away , And years bring change , and blight , and woe- And they who come the latest here Are oft the first to go . The phantom of the greenwood glen Is sleeping in a ...
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Flowers: Their Moral, Language, and Poetry, Ed. by H.G. Adams Henry Gardiner Adams Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2022 |
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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...