Flora and Thalia; or, Gems of flowers and poetry, by a lady1835 |
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Strana
... , OR BY MURM'RING STREAM , FOR YE TO ME ARE MORE THAN SWEET OR FAIR , I LOVE YE FOR THE MEM'RIES THAT YE BEAR OF BY - GONE HOURS , WHOSE BLISS WAS BUT A DREAM . LOUISA ANNE TWAMLEY . E Spratt M Spratt . del OR Gems of Flowers.
... , OR BY MURM'RING STREAM , FOR YE TO ME ARE MORE THAN SWEET OR FAIR , I LOVE YE FOR THE MEM'RIES THAT YE BEAR OF BY - GONE HOURS , WHOSE BLISS WAS BUT A DREAM . LOUISA ANNE TWAMLEY . E Spratt M Spratt . del OR Gems of Flowers.
Strana 3
... . And though the thorns withhold the May , Their shades the violets bring , Which children stoop for in their play , As tokens of the Spring . Sweet month ! thy pleasures bid thee be The fairest B 2 FLORA AND THALIA . 3.
... . And though the thorns withhold the May , Their shades the violets bring , Which children stoop for in their play , As tokens of the Spring . Sweet month ! thy pleasures bid thee be The fairest B 2 FLORA AND THALIA . 3.
Strana 4
... sweet as peeping flowers , And bursting buds to see ? What time the dew's unsullied drops , In burnish'd gold distil , On crocus flowers ' unclosing tops , And drooping daffodil ? To see thee come , all hearts rejoice , And warm with ...
... sweet as peeping flowers , And bursting buds to see ? What time the dew's unsullied drops , In burnish'd gold distil , On crocus flowers ' unclosing tops , And drooping daffodil ? To see thee come , all hearts rejoice , And warm with ...
Strana 7
... sweets . COWPER . GARDENING . To deck the shapely knoll , That softly swell'd , and gaily dress'd , appears A flow'ry island from the dark green lawn Emerging , must be deem'd a labour due To no mean hand , and asks the touch of taste ...
... sweets . COWPER . GARDENING . To deck the shapely knoll , That softly swell'd , and gaily dress'd , appears A flow'ry island from the dark green lawn Emerging , must be deem'd a labour due To no mean hand , and asks the touch of taste ...
Strana 11
... sweet Maid , I bring , The beauteous progeny of Spring : In every breathing bloom I find Some pleasing emblem of thy mind . The blushes of that op'ning rose , Thy tender modesty disclose ; These snow - white lilies of the vale ...
... sweet Maid , I bring , The beauteous progeny of Spring : In every breathing bloom I find Some pleasing emblem of thy mind . The blushes of that op'ning rose , Thy tender modesty disclose ; These snow - white lilies of the vale ...
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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...