The Romance of Nature, Or, The Flower-seasons IllustratedCharles Tilt, 1836 - Всего страниц: 253 |
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... hoarded such a simple gift ? Aye , through long years - e'en when each shrunken leaf Bore not a semblance to the thing it was , And the soft fragrance that had once been there B 2 Had changed from sweet to noisome - and , e'en 3.
... hoarded such a simple gift ? Aye , through long years - e'en when each shrunken leaf Bore not a semblance to the thing it was , And the soft fragrance that had once been there B 2 Had changed from sweet to noisome - and , e'en 3.
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... and bowl ? Bright'ning and chastening , at once , the scenes Of revelry to which they gave a grace , A simple luxury , and a charm beyond What any aid of human art could bring ?. Beautiful , even in its error , seems The Pagan 4.
... and bowl ? Bright'ning and chastening , at once , the scenes Of revelry to which they gave a grace , A simple luxury , and a charm beyond What any aid of human art could bring ?. Beautiful , even in its error , seems The Pagan 4.
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... once more . So , when thy fragrance breathes its faint perfume , And pallid droop thy petals round the stem , I will but think thy life one day has spent , And bid thee sweet sleep till we meet again . c 2 TO A VIOLET , GATHERED ON ...
... once more . So , when thy fragrance breathes its faint perfume , And pallid droop thy petals round the stem , I will but think thy life one day has spent , And bid thee sweet sleep till we meet again . c 2 TO A VIOLET , GATHERED ON ...
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... once I sat upon a promontory , And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath , That the rude sea grew civil at her song , And certain stars shot madly from their spheres , To hear the sea maid's ...
... once I sat upon a promontory , And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath , That the rude sea grew civil at her song , And certain stars shot madly from their spheres , To hear the sea maid's ...
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... birds are now busy , too , and musically clamorous ; hun- dreds of them are warbling , and chirping , and chattering at once , yet in their mingled voices we hear no discord . It is all harmony - the music of nature . I often 34.
... birds are now busy , too , and musically clamorous ; hun- dreds of them are warbling , and chirping , and chattering at once , yet in their mingled voices we hear no discord . It is all harmony - the music of nature . I often 34.
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 23 - And some have wept, and woo'd, and plighted troth, And chose their priest, ere we can cast off sloth: Many a green-gown has been given; Many a kiss, both odd and even: Many a glance too has been sent From out the eye, love's firmament; Many a jest told of the keys betraying This night, and locks pick'd, yet we're not aMaying.
Стр. 44 - Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Стр. 138 - 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 dy'd.
Стр. 154 - Her clothes spread wide, And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up; Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes, As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and indu'd Unto that element; but long it could not be Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death.
Стр. 52 - Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets ; Faint oxlips ; tender blue-bells, at whose birth The sod scarce heaved ; and that tall flower that wets Its mother's face with heaven-collected tears, When the low wind, its playmate's voice, it hears.
Стр. 145 - T do confess thou'rt smooth and fair, And I might have gone near to love thee. Had I not found the slightest prayer That lips could speak, had power to move thee; But I can let thee now alone, As worthy to be loved by none.
Стр. 136 - 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.
Стр. 60 - Nay! not so much as out of bed; When all the birds have matins said, And sung their thankful hymns; 'tis sin, Nay, profanation to keep in, When as a thousand virgins on this day Spring, sooner than the lark, to fetch in May.
Стр. 74 - 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.