The language and poetry of flowers; with a complete vocabulary; together with a collection of selected poems1877 |
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Side 6
... fair Queen Alceste - who sacrificed her own life to preserve that of her husband - was changed . No pilgrim , bending at the shrine of the saint whom he considered the most holy and worthy of adoration , ever offered more devout homage ...
... fair Queen Alceste - who sacrificed her own life to preserve that of her husband - was changed . No pilgrim , bending at the shrine of the saint whom he considered the most holy and worthy of adoration , ever offered more devout homage ...
Side 23
... Fair and fragile as a flower , Like one she passed away . - Epitaph of an Infant . Ash Tree ... ... ... ... ... Grandeur . The glories of our birth and state Are shadows , not substantial things . - Shirley . Aspen Tree ...
... Fair and fragile as a flower , Like one she passed away . - Epitaph of an Infant . Ash Tree ... ... ... ... ... Grandeur . The glories of our birth and state Are shadows , not substantial things . - Shirley . Aspen Tree ...
Side 39
... fair , to own you copy these , Your best , your sweetest empire is to please . A. L. Barbauld . Cistus , Gum Citron ... ... ... ... I shall die to - morrow . Like the bubble on the fountain . - Scott . ... ... ... ... Ill - natured ...
... fair , to own you copy these , Your best , your sweetest empire is to please . A. L. Barbauld . Cistus , Gum Citron ... ... ... ... I shall die to - morrow . Like the bubble on the fountain . - Scott . ... ... ... ... Ill - natured ...
Side 60
... fair to see , -Beware ! -Longfellow . Harebell ... ... To bear is to conquer our fate.-B. Barton . Hawkweed ... ... ... ... Warning . Submission . Grief . ... Quicksightedness . ... ... Норе . ... Quite a scandal not to learn . - Swift ...
... fair to see , -Beware ! -Longfellow . Harebell ... ... To bear is to conquer our fate.-B. Barton . Hawkweed ... ... ... ... Warning . Submission . Grief . ... Quicksightedness . ... ... Норе . ... Quite a scandal not to learn . - Swift ...
Side 71
... Fair first , in fine unseemly . - R . Southwell . Laurel , Ground ... ... ... ... Perseverance . Crown me with thy love again , And we both shall monarchs prove . - A . Marvell . Laurel , Mountain ... ... ... ... ... Ambition . But wild ...
... Fair first , in fine unseemly . - R . Southwell . Laurel , Ground ... ... ... ... Perseverance . Crown me with thy love again , And we both shall monarchs prove . - A . Marvell . Laurel , Mountain ... ... ... ... ... Ambition . But wild ...
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Aconite Amaranth amid Anemone Barry Cornwall beauty bloom blossoms blue blush BOUQUETS bower breath bright Broom buds charms Coloured Coltsfoot Cornel Tree Cowslip Crocus Crown Daisy Dandelion dear delight doth earth emblem Engravings fade Fern Floral fragrant fresh Garden Geranium glory golden grace Grass green Guelder Rose happy Harebell hath heart heaven Holly hope HORACE SMITH Illustrations Ivy Green Jasmine John Tillotson leaf leaves Lily little Dandelion live LOCK look maiden Mallow Marigold Mezereon Misanthropy Mistletoe morning mosses ne'er numerous o'er Paternoster Row Pink Plant pleasure POETRY OF FLOWERS poets poisie Poppy pride Primrose purple Rose Rosebud sentiments shade Shakespeare shining sighs smile Snowdrops soft song Southernwood spring stars summer sweet thee Thistle Thorn Thou art Tree truth TYLER Violet WARD Warwick House weep White wild Willow wind Wind-flower winter wither wood WOODLAND Wordsworth Yellow youth
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Side 52 - Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Side 10 - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem. To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Side 99 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
Side 9 - Fair Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon ; As yet the early rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
Side 60 - Roses, their sharp spines being gone, Not royal in their smells alone, But in their hue ; Maiden pinks, of odour faint, Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, And sweet thyme true...
Side 26 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home...
Side 92 - 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 56 - Hark, now I push its wicket, the moss Hinders the hinges and makes them wince ! She must have reached this shrub ere she turned, As back with that murmur the wicket swung; For she laid the poor snail, my chance foot spurned, To feed and forget it the leaves among.
Side 106 - All things to man's delightful use: the roof Of thickest covert, was inwoven shade, Laurel and myrtle, and what higher grew Of firm and fragrant leaf; on either side Acanthus and each odorous bushy shrub Fenced up the verdant wall, each beauteous flower, Iris all hues, roses, and jessamine, Reared high their flourished heads between, and wrought Mosaic; under foot the violet, Crocus, and hyacinth with rich inlay Broidered the ground, more coloured than with stone Of costliest emblem: other creature...