The Romance of Nature, Or, The Flower-seasons IllustratedCharles Tilt, 1836 - 253 strán (strany) |
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Strana xviii
... Crocus Tiger Lily Colchicum Autumnale . Lilium Tigrinum . Strawberry Tree Arbutus unedo . Blackberries Haws Hips Rubus fructicosus . Berries of the Woody Nightshade Crataegus oxyacantha . Rosa canina . Solanum dulcamara . xviii.
... Crocus Tiger Lily Colchicum Autumnale . Lilium Tigrinum . Strawberry Tree Arbutus unedo . Blackberries Haws Hips Rubus fructicosus . Berries of the Woody Nightshade Crataegus oxyacantha . Rosa canina . Solanum dulcamara . xviii.
Strana xix
... and Lilies Pansies Spring Memories and Musings A Summer Evening The Ladye's Chaplet The Jasmine Tree • SUMMER . PAGE . 7 13 15 18 20 25 30 2422 223 2 32 35 83 85 88 91 Country Maid and Pimpernel - flower White Water Lily ,
... and Lilies Pansies Spring Memories and Musings A Summer Evening The Ladye's Chaplet The Jasmine Tree • SUMMER . PAGE . 7 13 15 18 20 25 30 2422 223 2 32 35 83 85 88 91 Country Maid and Pimpernel - flower White Water Lily ,
Strana 4
... tree from whence the wreath was plucked That crowned her Lady of the May , has given A chaplet of its flowers , the wan white rose , To lay upon her pall .'- * * * And have not FLOWERS , E'en from the earliest time , been banquet guests ...
... tree from whence the wreath was plucked That crowned her Lady of the May , has given A chaplet of its flowers , the wan white rose , To lay upon her pall .'- * * * And have not FLOWERS , E'en from the earliest time , been banquet guests ...
Strana 7
... tree , Who , wrapped in his mantle of ivy green , - Looks gay , for his wrinkles are never seen . With the zephyrs we dance ' Neath the bright warm sun ; But the moon's pale glance Bids our sport be done , - Then we close our petals ...
... tree , Who , wrapped in his mantle of ivy green , - Looks gay , for his wrinkles are never seen . With the zephyrs we dance ' Neath the bright warm sun ; But the moon's pale glance Bids our sport be done , - Then we close our petals ...
Strana 14
... trees , And the orchards dress in their gayest gear , — ' Tis the holiday - time of the circling year : And bid the birds sing on each branch and spray , While the gay flowers dance in the genial ray . Merry and glad will the bright ...
... trees , And the orchards dress in their gayest gear , — ' Tis the holiday - time of the circling year : And bid the birds sing on each branch and spray , While the gay flowers dance in the genial ray . Merry and glad will the bright ...
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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
Populárne pasáže
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...