The Holly and Mistletoe: Beautiful Bouquets, Culled from the Poets of All Countries, Livro 1Frederick Warne and Company, 1869 - 152 páginas |
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... eternal and divine ; Duly the dews descend to give it food , The sun revives its drooping , and the showers Add to its beauty , and the airs of Heaven Are round it for delight . B 2 The Garland of Wild Roses . PERDITA'S WISH . Wild Flowers.
... eternal and divine ; Duly the dews descend to give it food , The sun revives its drooping , and the showers Add to its beauty , and the airs of Heaven Are round it for delight . B 2 The Garland of Wild Roses . PERDITA'S WISH . Wild Flowers.
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... beauty : violets dim , But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes , Or Cytherea's breath : pale primroses , That die unmarried , ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength *** Bold oxlips and The crown imperial ; lilies of all ...
... beauty : violets dim , But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes , Or Cytherea's breath : pale primroses , That die unmarried , ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength *** Bold oxlips and The crown imperial ; lilies of all ...
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... beauty show . Central depth of purple , Leaves more bright than rose , Who shall tell what brightest thought Out of darkest grows ; Who through what funereal pain , Souls to love and peace attain . Visions aye are on us , Unto eyes of ...
... beauty show . Central depth of purple , Leaves more bright than rose , Who shall tell what brightest thought Out of darkest grows ; Who through what funereal pain , Souls to love and peace attain . Visions aye are on us , Unto eyes of ...
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... beauty saith ; Utterance mute and bright , Of some unknown delight , We fill the air with pleasure by our simple breath ; All who see us , love us , We befit all places ; Unto sorrow we give smiles ; and unto graces , graces . Mark our ...
... beauty saith ; Utterance mute and bright , Of some unknown delight , We fill the air with pleasure by our simple breath ; All who see us , love us , We befit all places ; Unto sorrow we give smiles ; and unto graces , graces . Mark our ...
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... beauty give the flaunting rose , The wall - flower is sublime . Flower of the solitary place ! Grey ruin's golden crown ! That lendest melancholy grace To haunts of old renown ; Thou mantlest o'er the battlement , By strife or storm ...
... beauty give the flaunting rose , The wall - flower is sublime . Flower of the solitary place ! Grey ruin's golden crown ! That lendest melancholy grace To haunts of old renown ; Thou mantlest o'er the battlement , By strife or storm ...
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bank BARRY CORNWALL beauty bending birds bloom blossoms blue bower breath breeze bright bring buds cloud cowslip creeping everywhere dost doth earth EBENEZER ELLIOTT fair fields fling flowerets fragrant Garland of Wild GERALD MASSEY gleams glow golden gorses grass green grow happy hath hawthorn heart heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE hill hour leaf leaves LEIGH HUNT life's light lilies lone lowly MARY HOWITT meadows merry mill stream morning mountain N. P. WILLIS Nature's never nook o'er pale Peeps perfume primrose purple RAGGED ROBIN rich Robin scented shed shine showers sigh silent sing skies sleep Small Celandine smile snowdrop soft song soul spring stars summer sunny sunny song sweet tears tell thee things Thou art thought trees vernal violets voice wall-flower wandering White Daisy wild flowers Wild Roses wind wind-flower wing winter woodbine woodland woods WORDSWORTH yellow youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 79 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
Página 50 - DANDELION. DEAR common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride, uphold, High-hearted buccaneers, o'erjoyed that they An Eldorado in the grass have found, Which not the rich earth's ample round May match in wealth, — thou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be.
Página 152 - 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 given, Who long with wants and woes has striven.
Página 151 - 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 bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Página 77 - When beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird's warble know, The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from the last year's leaves below. Ere russet fields their green resume, Sweet flower, I love, in forest bare, To meet thee, when thy faint perfume Alone is in the virgin air. Of all her train, the hands of Spring First plant thee in the watery mould, 10 And I have seen thee blossoming Beside the snow-bank's edges cold.
Página 110 - In all places, then, and in all seasons, Flowers expand their light and soullike wings, Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons, How akin they are to human things. And with childlike, credulous affection We behold their tender buds expand ; Emblems of our own great resurrection Emblems of the bright and better land.
Página 4 - THERE is a flower, a little flower, With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour,
Página 2 - Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Página 76 - 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 harebell, like thy veins, no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Página 150 - There's nothing bright, above, below, From flowers that bloom to stars that glow, But in its light my soul can see Some feature of thy Deity. There's nothing dark, below, above, But in its gloom I trace thy Love, And meekly wait that moment, when Thy touch shall turn all bright again ! 1 Pii orant tacite.