Flora's CupJ.S. Locke & Company, 1875 |
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... thee All thy sister train I see : Every brilliant bud that blows , From the blue - bell to the rose ; All the beauties that appear On the bosom of the year ; All that wreathe the locks of Spring , Summer's ardent breath perfume , Or on ...
... thee All thy sister train I see : Every brilliant bud that blows , From the blue - bell to the rose ; All the beauties that appear On the bosom of the year ; All that wreathe the locks of Spring , Summer's ardent breath perfume , Or on ...
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... thee blew the warm Favonian gale , Devonia nursed thee in her loveliest vale ; Beneath she rolled the Plym's pellucid stream , And heaven diffused around its quickening beam . But , ah ! the sun , the shower , the zephyr bland , Made ...
... thee blew the warm Favonian gale , Devonia nursed thee in her loveliest vale ; Beneath she rolled the Plym's pellucid stream , And heaven diffused around its quickening beam . But , ah ! the sun , the shower , the zephyr bland , Made ...
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... thee ! dangerous vagrant ; go ! When yon fountain sparkles clear , Low beneath its willowy shade , Nurslings of one parent born , Love - and - idleness played . When yon wild - rose flaunts her flowers , ( Once its garlands bound my ...
... thee ! dangerous vagrant ; go ! When yon fountain sparkles clear , Low beneath its willowy shade , Nurslings of one parent born , Love - and - idleness played . When yon wild - rose flaunts her flowers , ( Once its garlands bound my ...
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... woes . Yes , sweet Love ! with tears and grief , I thy wings receding see ; Sorrow still on parting waits , - Hope and joy retire with thee . THE ALPINE VIOLET . BYRON . The spring is come 20 DROPS FROM FLORA'S CUP .
... woes . Yes , sweet Love ! with tears and grief , I thy wings receding see ; Sorrow still on parting waits , - Hope and joy retire with thee . THE ALPINE VIOLET . BYRON . The spring is come 20 DROPS FROM FLORA'S CUP .
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... where they fade no more . ' No more , rich rose , on thy heaving breast , The honey - bee fold his wings to rest ! ' WREATHIS . ANON . Weave thee a wreath of woodbine 22 DROPS FROM FLORA'S CUP . The Winter Nosegay, Mrs Sigourney,
... where they fade no more . ' No more , rich rose , on thy heaving breast , The honey - bee fold his wings to rest ! ' WREATHIS . ANON . Weave thee a wreath of woodbine 22 DROPS FROM FLORA'S CUP . The Winter Nosegay, Mrs Sigourney,
Common terms and phrases
Acanthus AMARANTH ANON BAY LEAF beauty Beneath birds bloom blossoms blue blush bosom bough bower breast breath breeze bright Bring flowers BROKEN FLOWER brow burst Carey bells charms cheek crimson glory crown Cyparissus cypress daisy decay deep delicate delight drooping earth emblem fade fair flowers Flora's forget thee forget-me-not fragrance garden gaze gentle gloom glory glow grace grass green GUERNICA hath heart heaven HEMANS hour jasmine laurel leaf leaves lesser celandine light lily linger lips lonely love's maiden Mezereon midst morn Narcissus nature's ne'er night nosegay nursling nymph o'er odors OVID pale perfume plant primrose purple rich rose round second crusade shade shed shine shower sigh sleep smile snowdrop soft soul spring star summer sunshine sweet sweetest tears tender thine things thou art thou hast thoughts tomb tree Vertumnus violet Virgil's tomb voice weeps winds withered WORDSWORTH youth
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Էջ 79 - And colored with the heaven's own blue, That openest when the quiet light Succeeds the keen and frosty night. Thou comest not when violets lean O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines, in purple dressed, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest.
Էջ 127 - ... her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Էջ 56 - COME, I come, ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song ; Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves opening as I pass.
Էջ 113 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Էջ 33 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours. I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Էջ 57 - Come forth, O ye children of gladness, come ! Where the violets lie may be now your home. Ye of the rose-cheek and dew-bright eye, And the bounding footstep, to meet me fly, With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous lay, Come forth to the sunshine, I may not stay...
Էջ 43 - Yet wandering, I found on my ruinous walk, By the dial-stone aged and green, One rose of the wilderness left on its stalk, To mark where a garden had been. Like a brotherless hermit, the last of its race, All wild in the silence of nature, it drew, From each wandering sun-beam, a lonely embrace For the night-weed and thorn overshadow'd the place, Where the flower of my forefathers grew.
Էջ 53 - With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy of Paradise ; which not nice art In beds and curious knots, but nature boon Poured forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain ; Both where the morning sun first warmly smote The open field, and where the unpierced shade Imbrowned the noontide bowers. Thus was this place A happy rural seat of various view...
Էջ 113 - LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING. I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Էջ 54 - TwAs a lovely thought to mark the hours, As they floated in light away, By the opening and the folding flowers, That laugh to the summer's day.