Flora's Lexicon: An Interpretation of the Language and Sentiment of Flowers: with an Outline of Botany, and a Poetical IntroductionHooker and Claxton, 1839 - Всего страниц: 252 The entries in this volume use short explanations and poetry to provide interpretations of the meanings traditionally associated with each flower represented. |
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... brows of sleep , With the rich Poppy flowers , For slumber dries the eyes that weep , And pictures happier hours ; And in its scarlet blossom rests A healing balm for wounded breasts . Yes - flowers have tones - A language of its own ...
... brows of sleep , With the rich Poppy flowers , For slumber dries the eyes that weep , And pictures happier hours ; And in its scarlet blossom rests A healing balm for wounded breasts . Yes - flowers have tones - A language of its own ...
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... brow Of Ethiopian night , retard awhile Thy pilgrimage to that Elysian isle , Where nightly thou art bound ; and me allow , Meek messenger of Love ! on thee to gaze . Methinks , pure star ! now looking on thy face , That like the Moon ...
... brow Of Ethiopian night , retard awhile Thy pilgrimage to that Elysian isle , Where nightly thou art bound ; and me allow , Meek messenger of Love ! on thee to gaze . Methinks , pure star ! now looking on thy face , That like the Moon ...
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... brows ! what sparkling eyes ! the lilies Contending with the roses in her cheeks , Who shall most set them off . What ruby lips ; - Or unto what can I compare her neck , But to a rock of crystal ? Proportion'd to love's wish , Every ...
... brows ! what sparkling eyes ! the lilies Contending with the roses in her cheeks , Who shall most set them off . What ruby lips ; - Or unto what can I compare her neck , But to a rock of crystal ? Proportion'd to love's wish , Every ...
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... brow ! So would I have thee see thy son , the wreck'd of passion's storm , With prematurely wrinkled brow , pale cheek , and stooping form , To thy soul's gaze , immortal one ! would ever present be , The same fair child of guileless ...
... brow ! So would I have thee see thy son , the wreck'd of passion's storm , With prematurely wrinkled brow , pale cheek , and stooping form , To thy soul's gaze , immortal one ! would ever present be , The same fair child of guileless ...
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... brow , Springs out of the silvery almond - flower , That blooms on a leafless bough . In ancient times , the abundance of blossom on this tr considered as the promise of a fruitful season . LOE . Class 6 , HEXANDRIA . Order : Mo-. 16 ...
... brow , Springs out of the silvery almond - flower , That blooms on a leafless bough . In ancient times , the abundance of blossom on this tr considered as the promise of a fruitful season . LOE . Class 6 , HEXANDRIA . Order : Mo-. 16 ...
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ancient ANDRIA ANON beautiful bloom blossoms blush bosom bough bower branches breast breath bright brow buds BYRON called calyx caudex charms cheer Class 19 Class 21 colour common corolla crown Cryptogamia Cuckoo Flower DECANDRIA Demophoon DIADELPHIA DIANDRIA DIGYNIA doth DRIA DRYDEN earth emblem eyes fair favourite Flowering Rush flowers fragrance fruit garden gaze GENESIA gentle genus grace green grows happiness hath heart heaven HEXANDRIA hope hour ICOSANDRIA leaf leaves light look Mezereon mind Monogynia 1 pistil moss rose native ne'er never nymph o'er OCTANDRIA odour Order Monogynia ornament parterre PENTAN PENTANDRIA perfume petals plant POLYANDRIA POLYGAMIA POLYGYNIA purple rich rose seeds shade SHAKSPEARE shine smile soft sorrow soul species SPENSER spirit spring stamens stem summer SUPERFLUA sweet SYNGENESIA tears thee thine thou thought tree TRIANDRIA Trigynia TWAMLEY wild wind wings wood
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Стр. 223 - I care not, Fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve...
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Стр. 117 - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say, Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.
Стр. 120 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Стр. 226 - Seems, madam ! nay, it is ; I know not ' seems.' 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black...
Стр. 213 - Have you the heart? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?
Стр. 206 - For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue: if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by And leave you hindmost...
Стр. 223 - Thy spirit, Independence, let me share; Lord of the lion-heart, and eagle-eye! Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky!
Стр. 152 - SWEET Teviot! on thy silver tide The glaring bale-fires blaze no more; No longer steel-clad warriors ride Along thy wild and willow'd shore; Where'er thou wind'st, by dale or hill, All, all is peaceful, all is still. As if thy waves, since Time was born. Since first they roll'dupon the Tweed, Had only heard the shepherd's reed, Nor started at the bugle-horn.