Flora Domestica: Or, The Portable Flower-garden : with Directions for the Treatment of Plants in Pots and Illustrations Trom the Works of the Poets

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Taylor and Hessey, 1823 - 396 sider

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Side 144 - That very time I saw, (but thou could'st not,) Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west ; And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon ; And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Side 86 - And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. 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.
Side 311 - Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight: With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
Side 258 - Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Side 251 - Thus was this place, A happy rural seat of various view! Groves whose rich trees wept odorous gums and balm; Others whose fruit, burnished with golden rind, Hung amiable — Hesperian fables true, If true, here only — and of delicious taste.
Side 245 - But He, her fears to cease, Sent down the meek-eyed Peace ; She, crowned with olive green, came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere His ready harbinger, With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing; And waving wide her myrtle wand, She strikes a universal peace through sea and land.
Side 168 - 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 57 - 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.
Side 256 - Sir, the year growing ancient, Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Of trembling winter, the fairest flowers o...
Side 159 - And bid her steal into the pleached bower, Where honeysuckles, ripened by the sun, Forbid the sun to enter— like favourites, Made proud by princes, that advance their pride Against that power that bred it.

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