The Language of Flowers: The Floral Offering: a Token of Affection and Esteem; Comprising the Language and Poetry of Flowers ...H.C. Peck & Theo. Bliss., 1852 - Всего страниц: 300 |
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... virtues ) ..251 Scarlet Geranium , ( Stupidity ) .... 147 Sensitive Plant , ( Chastity ) . 92 Snowdrop , ( Hope ) ... 15 Starwort , American , ( Welcome ) .. ..202 St. John's Wort , ( Superstition ) . ..181 Stock , ( Lasting beauty ) ...
... virtues ) ..251 Scarlet Geranium , ( Stupidity ) .... 147 Sensitive Plant , ( Chastity ) . 92 Snowdrop , ( Hope ) ... 15 Starwort , American , ( Welcome ) .. ..202 St. John's Wort , ( Superstition ) . ..181 Stock , ( Lasting beauty ) ...
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... whose looks of anxious love Thy every step pursue . Common - Place Book of Poetry . The Primrose , tenant of the glade , Emblem of virtue in the shade . John Mayne . Ask me why I send you here This firstling of 20 Primrose . 20.
... whose looks of anxious love Thy every step pursue . Common - Place Book of Poetry . The Primrose , tenant of the glade , Emblem of virtue in the shade . John Mayne . Ask me why I send you here This firstling of 20 Primrose . 20.
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... of every eye ! when he appears , A secret pleasure gladdens all that see him ; And when he talks , the proudest men will blush To hear his virtues and his glory ! Addison . Moss Rose .... Confession of Love . The origin of 68 Lily .
... of every eye ! when he appears , A secret pleasure gladdens all that see him ; And when he talks , the proudest men will blush To hear his virtues and his glory ! Addison . Moss Rose .... Confession of Love . The origin of 68 Lily .
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... virtue . Davenport . O jealousy ! thou bane of pleasing friendship , Thou worst invader of our tender bosoms ; How does thy rancour poison all our softness , And turn our gentle natures into bitterness ! Ah ! poor unconscious rival maid ...
... virtue . Davenport . O jealousy ! thou bane of pleasing friendship , Thou worst invader of our tender bosoms ; How does thy rancour poison all our softness , And turn our gentle natures into bitterness ! Ah ! poor unconscious rival maid ...
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... virtue , and is ever associated with true courage . On this notion , the ladies of the days of chivalry em- broidered on the scarfs which they presented to their knights the figure of a bee hovering about a sprig of Thyme . I am not old ...
... virtue , and is ever associated with true courage . On this notion , the ladies of the days of chivalry em- broidered on the scarfs which they presented to their knights the figure of a bee hovering about a sprig of Thyme . I am not old ...
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Amaranth ancient Anon Attic style Barry Cornwall beauty beneath bloom blossoms blue bosom bower breast breath bright bright desert brow buds Burns Byron Castle Bromwich Hall charms cheek cloud cold Daisies dark deep doth dream e'en earth emblem fair fancy fear feel flowers forest Forget-me-not fragrance friends gaze gentle glade golden grace green grief grow hath heart heaven hope hour immortal Joanna Baillie John Fountain lady leaves light Lily lips live lonely look Louisa love's MacKellar Madame de Staël Mignonette mind morning Moss Narcissus ne'er never night o'er peep Peerbold Peneus Percival perfume plant purple Reindeer Reseda odorata rose round Shakspeare shine sigh sing sleep smile Snowdrop sorrow soul spirit spring stars stream sweet tears thine things thou art thought tree Twamley Twas unto Vervain weep White Poppy wild wood yellow young youth
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Стр. 239 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Стр. 252 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train, To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
Стр. 245 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Стр. 66 - ... Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee : A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company : I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought : For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude ; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with...
Стр. 155 - Do but mark, her forehead's smoother Than words that soothe her! And from her arched brows such a grace Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good, of the elements
Стр. 203 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Стр. 65 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Стр. 32 - PANSIES, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises ; Long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory ; Long as there are violets, They will have a place in story : There's a flower that shall be mine, 'Tis the little Celandine. Eyes of some men travel far For the finding of a star ; Up and down the heavens they go, Men that keep a mighty rout ! I'm as great as they, I trow, Since the day I found thee out, Little Flower ! — I'll make a stir, Like a sage astronomer.
Стр. 44 - Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And. thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven.
Стр. 194 - Twas Edwin's self that prest ! " Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restored to love and thee ! " Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And every care resign : And shall we never, never part, My life — my all that's mine ? " No, never from this hour to part, Well live and love so true ; The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too.