Flora and Thalia; or, Gems of flowers and poetry, by a lady1835 |
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Strana 17
... lonely musing , in the dream , Confus'd , of careless solitude , where mix Ten thousand wand'ring images of things , Soothe ev'ry gust of passion into peace ; All but the swellings of the soften'd heart , That waken , not disturb , the ...
... lonely musing , in the dream , Confus'd , of careless solitude , where mix Ten thousand wand'ring images of things , Soothe ev'ry gust of passion into peace ; All but the swellings of the soften'd heart , That waken , not disturb , the ...
Strana 40
... lonely light ; And have my inmost heart receive The influence of that sight . I love , at such an hour , to mark Their beauty greet the night - breeze chill , And shine , ' mid shadows gathering dark , The garden's glory still . For ...
... lonely light ; And have my inmost heart receive The influence of that sight . I love , at such an hour , to mark Their beauty greet the night - breeze chill , And shine , ' mid shadows gathering dark , The garden's glory still . For ...
Strana 112
... lonely flower , at last , it fell . Heart's - ease no more the wandering shepherds found ; No more the nymphs its snowy form possess ; Its white now changed to purple by Love's wound , Heart's - case no more , - ' tis Love - in ...
... lonely flower , at last , it fell . Heart's - ease no more the wandering shepherds found ; No more the nymphs its snowy form possess ; Its white now changed to purple by Love's wound , Heart's - case no more , - ' tis Love - in ...
Strana 123
... lonely wall ! " For never sure was beauty born To live in death's deserted shade ! Come , lovely flower , my banks adorn , My banks for life and beauty made . " Thus pity waked the tender thought , And by her sweet persuasion led , To ...
... lonely wall ! " For never sure was beauty born To live in death's deserted shade ! Come , lovely flower , my banks adorn , My banks for life and beauty made . " Thus pity waked the tender thought , And by her sweet persuasion led , To ...
Strana 124
... lonely dead . " For this , obedient zephyrs bear Her light seeds round yon turret's mould , And undispersed by tempests there , They rise in vegetable gold . " Nor shall thy wonder wake to see Such desert scenes distinction crave ; Oft ...
... lonely dead . " For this , obedient zephyrs bear Her light seeds round yon turret's mould , And undispersed by tempests there , They rise in vegetable gold . " Nor shall thy wonder wake to see Such desert scenes distinction crave ; Oft ...
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Flora and Thalía; or, gems of flowers and poetry. ... With coloured plates ... Úplné zobrazenie - 1835 |
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Anemone beauteous beauty bells bend beneath bloom blossoms blow blue blushing bosom bower breast breath breeze bright Bring flowers CAROLINE BOWLES charms CHRISTMAS ROSE colours corolla crimson glory daisies Daphne mezereum decay deck drooping earth eastern pride fade fair fairy fairy bower fleur Foxglove fragrance gale garden gentle glowing grace green HAREBELL hath heart heartsease hour JASMINE lavender leaf leaves lily little hour lonely LORENZO DE MEDICI lowly modest MONOGYNIA morning morocco native Nature's nosegay o'er odours pale perfume petals plant Price pride PRIMROSE purple rich rose Royal 32mo saloop scent shade shed shining sigh Sir James Smith skies smell smile soft Spratt spread Spring stem summer sweet tears tender thee thine thou art thought tints tomb tree trembling TRIANDRIA unfold vale verdant vernal violet WALL-FLOWER wild wing winter wwwwww yellow ZEDOARY zephyr
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Strana 101 - I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, — Before, milk-white; now, purple with love's wound ; And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Strana vi - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Strana 125 - mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, "When upward-springing, blythe, to greet, The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth ; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flowers our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield ; But thou, beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field Unseen, alane.
Strana v - She woos the tardy Spring: Till April starts, and calls around The sleeping fragrance from the ground, And lightly o'er the living scene Scatters his freshest, tenderest green. New-born flocks, in rustic dance, Frisking ply their feeble feet; Forgetful of their wintry trance The birds his presence greet: But chief, the sky-lark warbles high His trembling thrilling ecstasy; And lessening from the dazzled sight, Melts into air and liquid light.
Strana 75 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Strana 132 - Though long before thy hand they touch, I know that they must wither'd be, But yet reject them not as such; For I have cherish'd them as dear, Because they yet may meet thine eye, And guide thy soul to mine even here, When thou beholdst them drooping nigh, And knowst them gather'd by the Rhine, And offer'd from my heart to thine!
Strana 78 - tis budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears ; The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears. O wilding rose, whom fancy thus endears, I bid your blossoms in my bonnet wave, Emblem of hope and love through future years...
Strana 126 - 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...
Strana 161 - Though they smile in vain for what once was ours, They are love's last gift — bring ye flowers, pale flowers ! Bring flowers to the shrine where we kneel in prayer, They are nature's offering, their place is there ! They speak of hope to the fainting heart, With a voice of promise they come and part, They sleep in dust through the wintry hours, They break forth in glory — bring flowers, bright flowers ! THE CRUSADER'S RETURN. "Alas! the mother that him bare, If she had been in presence there,...
Strana 126 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies...