The Language of Flowers: The Floral Offering: a Token of Affection and Esteem; Comprising the Language and Poetry of Flowers ...H.C. Peck & Theo. Bliss., 1852 - 300 sider |
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... things , That rudely hurry on , And struggle for the precedence A fairer flower hath won . When I was but a wee , wee thing , A young Snowdrop I nursed , And I loved it when they told me how It always blossomed first . I marked its tiny ...
... things , That rudely hurry on , And struggle for the precedence A fairer flower hath won . When I was but a wee , wee thing , A young Snowdrop I nursed , And I loved it when they told me how It always blossomed first . I marked its tiny ...
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... things tell ! Louisa A. Twamley . As Hope , with bowed head , silent stood , And on her golden anchor leant , Watching below the angry flood , While Winter , mid the dreariment Half - buried in the drifted snow , Lay sleeping on the ...
... things tell ! Louisa A. Twamley . As Hope , with bowed head , silent stood , And on her golden anchor leant , Watching below the angry flood , While Winter , mid the dreariment Half - buried in the drifted snow , Lay sleeping on the ...
Side 19
... thing That I can fix my heart upon : ' Twill cheer me many a lonely hour , And in the future I shall see Those who would sink raised by that flower ; They'll look on it , then think of thee : And many a sadful heart shall sing , Tho ...
... thing That I can fix my heart upon : ' Twill cheer me many a lonely hour , And in the future I shall see Those who would sink raised by that flower ; They'll look on it , then think of thee : And many a sadful heart shall sing , Tho ...
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... moon's sweet crescent springs In light o'er heaven's deep waveless sea , And stars are forth like blessed things , I think of thee — I think of thee . G. W. Prentice . Thou'rt like a star ; for when my way was 26 Cactus . 26.
... moon's sweet crescent springs In light o'er heaven's deep waveless sea , And stars are forth like blessed things , I think of thee — I think of thee . G. W. Prentice . Thou'rt like a star ; for when my way was 26 Cactus . 26.
Side 28
... wilderness , and its taste is extremely bitter . Thus grief separates us from earthly things , and fills the heart with bitterness . These mag- nificent and monstrous plants are found in barbarous Africa : 28 Aloe . Aloe, (Grief)
... wilderness , and its taste is extremely bitter . Thus grief separates us from earthly things , and fills the heart with bitterness . These mag- nificent and monstrous plants are found in barbarous Africa : 28 Aloe . Aloe, (Grief)
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Amaranth ancient Anon Attic style Barry Cornwall beauty beneath bloom blossoms blue bosom bower breast breath bright bright desert brow buds Burns Byron Castle Bromwich Hall charms cheek cloud cold Daisies dark deep doth dream e'en earth emblem fair fancy fear feel flowers forest Forget-me-not fragrance friends gaze gentle glade golden grace green grief grow hath heart heaven hope hour immortal Joanna Baillie John Fountain lady leaves light Lily lips live lonely look Louisa love's MacKellar Madame de Staël Mignonette mind morning Moss Narcissus ne'er never night o'er peep Peerbold Peneus Percival perfume plant purple Reindeer Reseda odorata rose round Shakspeare shine sigh sing sleep smile Snowdrop sorrow soul spirit spring stars stream sweet tears thine things thou art thought tree Twamley Twas unto Vervain weep White Poppy wild wood yellow young youth
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Side 239 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Side 252 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train, To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
Side 245 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Side 66 - ... Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee : A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company : I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought : For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude ; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with...
Side 155 - Do but mark, her forehead's smoother Than words that soothe her! And from her arched brows such a grace Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good, of the elements
Side 203 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Side 65 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Side 32 - PANSIES, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises ; Long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory ; Long as there are violets, They will have a place in story : There's a flower that shall be mine, 'Tis the little Celandine. Eyes of some men travel far For the finding of a star ; Up and down the heavens they go, Men that keep a mighty rout ! I'm as great as they, I trow, Since the day I found thee out, Little Flower ! — I'll make a stir, Like a sage astronomer.
Side 44 - Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And. thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven.
Side 194 - Twas Edwin's self that prest ! " Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restored to love and thee ! " Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And every care resign : And shall we never, never part, My life — my all that's mine ? " No, never from this hour to part, Well live and love so true ; The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too.