Flora and Thalia; or, Gems of flowers and poetry, by a lady1835 |
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Side 4
... To tempt her steps from home . Though , at her birth , the northern gale Come with its withering sigh ; And hopeful blossoms , turning pale , Upon her bosom die ; Ere April seeks another place , And ends her reign 4 FLORA AND THALIA .
... To tempt her steps from home . Though , at her birth , the northern gale Come with its withering sigh ; And hopeful blossoms , turning pale , Upon her bosom die ; Ere April seeks another place , And ends her reign 4 FLORA AND THALIA .
Side 48
... sigh thy fragrant life away ? The wild bee murmurs round each spray , And kisses every flower but thine ; No scent ... sighs Float 48 FLORA AND THALIA .
... sigh thy fragrant life away ? The wild bee murmurs round each spray , And kisses every flower but thine ; No scent ... sighs Float 48 FLORA AND THALIA .
Side 49
Flora (goddess.) Still , in his dreams , did charmed sighs Float trembling o'er his favoured head , And strange ... sigh . JUVENILE KEEPSAKE . THE Melancholy Gilliflower , is a native of the sea coasts in the southof France , Spain ...
Flora (goddess.) Still , in his dreams , did charmed sighs Float trembling o'er his favoured head , And strange ... sigh . JUVENILE KEEPSAKE . THE Melancholy Gilliflower , is a native of the sea coasts in the southof France , Spain ...
Side 50
... sigh , Whene'er the sun is bright above . Let clouds obscure , or darkness veil , Her fond idolatry is fled ; Her sighs no more their sweets exhale , The loving eye is cold and dead . Canst thou not trace a moral here , False flatterer ...
... sigh , Whene'er the sun is bright above . Let clouds obscure , or darkness veil , Her fond idolatry is fled ; Her sighs no more their sweets exhale , The loving eye is cold and dead . Canst thou not trace a moral here , False flatterer ...
Side 58
... Sighs o'er the lawns , and whispers thro ' the trees . Refreshed , the lily rears its silver head , And opening Jasmines o'er the arbour spread . CAMOENS . ' Twas midnight - through the lattice wreathed With woodbine , many a perfume ...
... Sighs o'er the lawns , and whispers thro ' the trees . Refreshed , the lily rears its silver head , And opening Jasmines o'er the arbour spread . CAMOENS . ' Twas midnight - through the lattice wreathed With woodbine , many a perfume ...
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Anemone beauteous beauty bells bend beneath bloom blossoms blow blue blushing bosom bower breast breath breeze bright Bring flowers CAROLINE BOWLES charms CHRISTMAS ROSE colours corolla crimson glory daisies Daphne mezereum decay deck drooping earth eastern pride fade fair fairy fairy bower fleur Foxglove fragrance gale garden gentle glowing grace green HAREBELL hath heart heartsease hour JASMINE lavender leaf leaves lily little hour lonely LORENZO DE MEDICI lowly modest MONOGYNIA morning morocco native Nature's nosegay o'er odours pale perfume petals plant Price pride PRIMROSE purple rich rose Royal 32mo saloop scent shade shed shining sigh Sir James Smith skies smell smile soft Spratt spread Spring stem summer sweet tears tender thee thine thou art thought tints tomb tree trembling TRIANDRIA unfold vale verdant vernal violet WALL-FLOWER wild wing winter wwwwww yellow ZEDOARY zephyr
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Side 101 - I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, — Before, milk-white; now, purple with love's wound ; And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Side vi - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Side 125 - mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, "When upward-springing, blythe, to greet, The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth ; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flowers our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield ; But thou, beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field Unseen, alane.
Side v - She woos the tardy Spring: Till April starts, and calls around The sleeping fragrance from the ground, And lightly o'er the living scene Scatters his freshest, tenderest green. New-born flocks, in rustic dance, Frisking ply their feeble feet; Forgetful of their wintry trance The birds his presence greet: But chief, the sky-lark warbles high His trembling thrilling ecstasy; And lessening from the dazzled sight, Melts into air and liquid light.
Side 75 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Side 132 - Though long before thy hand they touch, I know that they must wither'd be, But yet reject them not as such; For I have cherish'd them as dear, Because they yet may meet thine eye, And guide thy soul to mine even here, When thou beholdst them drooping nigh, And knowst them gather'd by the Rhine, And offer'd from my heart to thine!
Side 78 - tis budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears ; The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears. O wilding rose, whom fancy thus endears, I bid your blossoms in my bonnet wave, Emblem of hope and love through future years...
Side 126 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, 'Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er ! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Side 161 - Though they smile in vain for what once was ours, They are love's last gift — bring ye flowers, pale flowers ! Bring flowers to the shrine where we kneel in prayer, They are nature's offering, their place is there ! They speak of hope to the fainting heart, With a voice of promise they come and part, They sleep in dust through the wintry hours, They break forth in glory — bring flowers, bright flowers ! THE CRUSADER'S RETURN. "Alas! the mother that him bare, If she had been in presence there,...
Side 126 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies...