Flora's CupJ.S. Locke & Company, 1875 |
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... Thy fragrance never dies O , thou art emblem of the friend , Who , whatso'er our lot , The balm of faithful love will lend ; And , true and constant to the end , May die , but alters not . THE IRIS . The IRIS or flower - de - 40 DROPS ...
... Thy fragrance never dies O , thou art emblem of the friend , Who , whatso'er our lot , The balm of faithful love will lend ; And , true and constant to the end , May die , but alters not . THE IRIS . The IRIS or flower - de - 40 DROPS ...
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... thy Creator ! The darling of Providence ! thou art distinguished by his goodness ; distinguish thyself also by thy gratitude . ' ' What sweets are these ? -They are the breath of flowers , the incense of the garden . ' ' What colors are ...
... thy Creator ! The darling of Providence ! thou art distinguished by his goodness ; distinguish thyself also by thy gratitude . ' ' What sweets are these ? -They are the breath of flowers , the incense of the garden . ' ' What colors are ...
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... thou art smiling still ; Art thou yet wandering in the quiet woods , Plucking th ' expanded cups and bursting buds At thine unfettered will ? Yes ! thou wilt learn their power , When , DROPS FROM FLORA'S CUP . 61.
... thou art smiling still ; Art thou yet wandering in the quiet woods , Plucking th ' expanded cups and bursting buds At thine unfettered will ? Yes ! thou wilt learn their power , When , DROPS FROM FLORA'S CUP . 61.
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... thou art gay and I am lone ; Thy beauty died with childhood's hour- The heart's - ease from my path has gone . ― Cupid's fiery shaft Quenched in the chaste beams of the watery moon ; And the imperial vot'ress passed on , In maiden ...
... thou art gay and I am lone ; Thy beauty died with childhood's hour- The heart's - ease from my path has gone . ― Cupid's fiery shaft Quenched in the chaste beams of the watery moon ; And the imperial vot'ress passed on , In maiden ...
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... thy silent eloquence . Tales it tells of days gone by , When in spring my boyish eye , On the bank , or in the grove , Gazed ... Thou art rich , from memory's store , With the wealth of life's young lore ; Love by books but poorly taught ...
... thy silent eloquence . Tales it tells of days gone by , When in spring my boyish eye , On the bank , or in the grove , Gazed ... Thou art rich , from memory's store , With the wealth of life's young lore ; Love by books but poorly taught ...
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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.