Tis Flora's page: — In every place, In every season, fresh and fair, It opens with perennial grace, And blossoms everywhere. On waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded rise; The Rose has but a summer reign, — The Daisy never dies. The Language of Flowers, Or, Floral Emblems of Thoughts, Feelings, and ... - Side 71af Robert Tyas - 1869 - 223 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
| Shrewsbury (England). Royal School - 1801 - 368 sider
...wild bee murmurs on its breast, The blue-fly bends its pensile stem Light o'er the sky-lark's nest. 'Tis Flora's page : in every place, In every season,...Its humble buds unheeded rise : The rose has but a summer-reign ; The daisy never dies. J. MONTGOMERY. Das Wesen des Epigramms. Salb ifl ba« Epigramm... | |
| 1806 - 446 sider
...wild-bee murmurs on its breast, The blue-fly bends its pensile stem Light o'er the sky-lark's nest. Tis Flora's page : — In every place, In every season...fair, It opens with perennial grace, And blossoms every where. On waste and woodland, rO;:k and plain, lis humble buds unheeded rise ; The rose has but... | |
| David Phineas Adams, William Emerson, Samuel Cooper Thacher - 1806 - 788 sider
...breast, The blue-fly bends its pensile stem, Light iiVr tin; sky-lark's neat'Tis FLORA'S pajfc :-. — -In every place, In every season, fresh and fair, It opens with perennial grace, And blossoms every where. On waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The Rose has but... | |
| Samuel Cooper Thacher, David Phineas Adams, William Emerson - 1806 - 788 sider
...murmurs on it ' The blue-fly bends its pensile sten, Light o'er the sky-lark's nest 'Tis FLORA'S page: In every season, fresh and fair, It opens with perennial grace, And blossoms every where. On waste and woodland, rock агЛ pb1Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The Rose has but... | |
| John Britton - 1813 - 614 sider
...wild-bee .murmurs on its breast, The blue- fly bends its pensile stem, That decks the sky-lark's nest. Tis FLORA'S page:— In every place, In every season...Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The ROSE has but a Summer-reign,— The DAISY never dies.* The list which we have just given is of the dietetic of agricultural... | |
| John Britton, Edward Wedlake Brayley - 1813 - 696 sider
...wild-bee murmurs on its breast, The blue-fly bends its pensile stem. That decks the sky-lark's nest. Tis FLORA'S page:— In every place, In every season...Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The ROSE has but a Summer-reign,— The DAISY never dies.* The list which we have just given is of the dietetic or agricultural... | |
| James Montgomery - 1813 - 192 sider
...every place, In every season, fresh and fair, It opens with perennial grace, And blossoms every where. On waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The Rose has but a summer-reign, The DAISY never dies. 153 THE SNOW-DROP. WINTER, retire ! Thy reign is past ; Hoary Sire... | |
| John Britton, Edward Wedlake Brayley, Joseph Nightingale, James Norris Brewer, John Evans, John Hodgson, Francis Charles Laird, Frederic Shoberl, John Bigland, Thomas Rees - 1813 - 936 sider
...wHd-bee murmurs on its breast, The blue-fly bends its pensile stem, That decks the sky-lark's nest. Tis FLORA'S page:— In every place, In every season fresh and fair, it opens with perennial graoe, , And blossoms every-where. On waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded... | |
| Elizabeth Tomkins - 1817 - 276 sider
...wild-bee murmurs on its breast ; The blue-fly bends its pensile stem. That decks the sky-lark's nest. 'Tis Flora's page : in every place, In every season,...fair, It opens with perennial grace, And blossoms every where. On waste and wood-land, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The rose baa but... | |
| 1818 - 400 sider
...given many poetical eulogies in our former -volumes j we may still say of it, with Mr.. Montgomery, Tis Flora's Page : — in every place, In every season...opens, with perennial grace, And blossoms everywhere, C On waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The rote has but a summer... | |
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