The Romance of Nature, Or, The Flower-seasons IllustratedCharles Tilt, 1836 - 253 strán (strany) |
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... pride With which the choicest of the little store Are plucked and offered you . The reddest rose- The tallest pink - and , treasure beyond all , The matron daisy and her circling brood , " The hen and chickens . " How I love the glance ...
... pride With which the choicest of the little store Are plucked and offered you . The reddest rose- The tallest pink - and , treasure beyond all , The matron daisy and her circling brood , " The hen and chickens . " How I love the glance ...
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... 'er went unremembered . E'en before The poet's Nightingale , the Red - breast holds A place in my esteem , for she seems coy , ---- Distant , capricious - and commands you forth To listen and admire her , in her pride Of 15.
... 'er went unremembered . E'en before The poet's Nightingale , the Red - breast holds A place in my esteem , for she seems coy , ---- Distant , capricious - and commands you forth To listen and admire her , in her pride Of 15.
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Mrs. Charles Meredith. To listen and admire her , in her pride Of conscious excellence ; like beauty , vain , And claiming such our homage as her right : - While my own merry Robin comes to cheer Our gloomy winter with his lively song ...
Mrs. Charles Meredith. To listen and admire her , in her pride Of conscious excellence ; like beauty , vain , And claiming such our homage as her right : - While my own merry Robin comes to cheer Our gloomy winter with his lively song ...
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... pride thy stately head , Heavy with its rich crown of pearl and gold : Thou sheddest on the air such soft perfume , That I could deem ' twas incense , gently flung Before thy beauty's shrine by some fair sprite Enamoured of thy maiden ...
... pride thy stately head , Heavy with its rich crown of pearl and gold : Thou sheddest on the air such soft perfume , That I could deem ' twas incense , gently flung Before thy beauty's shrine by some fair sprite Enamoured of thy maiden ...
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... pride of the landscape ? If the oak — the true British oak - be the forest king , let us give him at least a partner in his majesty ; and let the chesnut , whose noble head is crowned by the hand of Spring with a regal diadem , gemmed ...
... pride of the landscape ? If the oak — the true British oak - be the forest king , let us give him at least a partner in his majesty ; and let the chesnut , whose noble head is crowned by the hand of Spring with a regal diadem , gemmed ...
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The Romance of Nature, Or, The Flower-seasons Illustrated Mrs. Charles Meredith Úplné zobrazenie - 1836 |
The Romance of Nature, Or, The Flower-seasons Illustrated Mrs. Charles Meredith Úplné zobrazenie - 1836 |
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Arbutus Autumn Beaumont and Fletcher beautiful bells Ben Jonson bloom blossoms blue blush bonny bonny brown bower breath breeze bright brow buds Carnation cheek colour Commeline Crocus daisy dance dear delicate delight Dianthus Chinensis doth e'en earth elegant emblem fable fair fairy fancy favourite Fern fling floral floures flowers Forget-me-not Foxglove fragrant garden gaze gentle glorious Gorse graceful green Harebell hath head Heather Herrick illustrative Jasmine Jasmine tree kiss Lady Ladye leaves light Lily Lobelia look loveliness lover mede merry morocco Narcissus Nature's ne'er neath Noble Kinsmen o'er pale Pan's Anniversary Pansy Passion Flowers peep perfume petals pink PLATE poems poetical Poets purple Queen rich Rose scene season Shakspeare sigh sing smile Snowdrop soft song Spring stem Summer sweet tears tell thee things thou trees Violet wave wealth ween wild wind wind-flowers yellow young
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Strana 122 - The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses...
Strana 122 - The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
Strana 75 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.
Strana 28 - At a fair vestal, throned by the west ; And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quenched in the chaste beams of the watery moon ; And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Strana 61 - FAIR Daffodils! we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
Strana 122 - Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd. The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair ; The roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame, another white despair...
Strana 122 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
Strana 66 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Strana 44 - Winter suddenly was changed to Spring ; And gentle odours led my steps astray, Mixed with a sound of waters murmuring Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, But kibsed it and then fled, as thou mightest in dream.
Strana 122 - That fairer seemes the lesse ye see her may. Lo ! see soone after how more bold and free Her bared bosome she doth broad display ; Lo ! see soone after how she fades and falls away. So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortall life the leafe, the bud, the flowre...