The Language of Flowers: With Illustrative Poetry; to which are Now Added the Calendar of Flowers and the Dial of FlowersFrederic Shoberl Lea & Blanchard, 1848 - 374 страница |
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... poets have not neglected to avail themselves of the emblematic language of flowers . On this subject , a late writer has the following observations . Shakspeare has evinced in several of his plays a knowledge INTRODUCTION. ...
... poets have not neglected to avail themselves of the emblematic language of flowers . On this subject , a late writer has the following observations . Shakspeare has evinced in several of his plays a knowledge INTRODUCTION. ...
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... favourite theme of the Oriental poets . The nightingale , a bird of passage in the East , as with us , ap- pears at the season when the rose begins to blow . dress to be nothing more than a poor water - 16 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS .
... favourite theme of the Oriental poets . The nightingale , a bird of passage in the East , as with us , ap- pears at the season when the rose begins to blow . dress to be nothing more than a poor water - 16 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS .
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... poets of Paris contributed the poetical illustrations , which were written by the cleverest penmen under the different flowers . The most celebrated of these madrigals , composed by Chape- lain on the Crown Imperial , represented that ...
... poets of Paris contributed the poetical illustrations , which were written by the cleverest penmen under the different flowers . The most celebrated of these madrigals , composed by Chape- lain on the Crown Imperial , represented that ...
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... poets : - Aske me why I send you here This firstling of the infant yeare ; Aske me why I send to you This Primrose all bepearl'd with dew ; I straight will whisper in your ears , The sweets of love are washt with tears . Aske me why ...
... poets : - Aske me why I send you here This firstling of the infant yeare ; Aske me why I send to you This Primrose all bepearl'd with dew ; I straight will whisper in your ears , The sweets of love are washt with tears . Aske me why ...
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... poets with the Violet and the Rose . Beneath the sylvan canopy , the ground Glitters with flowery dyes ; the Primrose first , In mossy dell , return of Spring to greet . GISBORNE . The Primrose pale is Nature's meek and modest child ...
... poets with the Violet and the Rose . Beneath the sylvan canopy , the ground Glitters with flowery dyes ; the Primrose first , In mossy dell , return of Spring to greet . GISBORNE . The Primrose pale is Nature's meek and modest child ...
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adorn Amaranth ancients Anemone appearance archbishop Aster beauty bishop bloom blossoms bosom botanist bower branches bright Broom called century charms colour common covered Crocus crown cultivated Cypress Daffodil Daisy Dandelion delicate delights DIAL OF FLOWERS earth elegant emblem favourite foliage fragrant fruit garden Geranium golden grace Greek green grief ground grows hand Hawkweed heart Heath Hemerocallis fulva Holly innocence Irenæus Jasmine lady language of flowers Laurel Laurustinus leaves light Lily Linneus lover Marigold martyr Meadow Saffron Mesembryanthemum Mezereon Mistletoe morning Moss Narcissus native Nature night nosegay nymph odour Papaver nudicaule perfume Peru Pink plant poets Pope Poppy Primrose purple Ranunculus resembling rich root Rose scent seeds shade Shakspeare shrub Silphium smell sorrow species spring Stapelia Starwort Sunflower sweet tears thee thorns thou tree Tulip Veltheimia Vervain Violet Virgin Wallflower Wild winter wood wreath yellow young youth
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Страница 61 - Yet mark'd 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.
Страница 70 - You haste away so soon : As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song ; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away, Like to the Summer's rain, Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Страница 73 - Come, my Corinna, come; and, coming, mark How each field turns a street, each street a park Made green and trimmed with trees; see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch; each porch, each door ere this An ark, a tabernacle is, Made up of white-thorn, neatly interwove; As if here were those cooler shades of love.
Страница 126 - Will I upon thy party wear this rose : And here I prophesy ; — This brawl to-day Grown to this faction, in the Temple garden, Shall send, between the red rose and the white, A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
Страница 32 - So yellow, green, and sickly too; Ask me why the stalk is weak, And bending, yet it doth not break ; I must tell you, these discover What doubts and fears are in a lover.
Страница 29 - With woodbine, many a perfume breathed From plants that wake when others sleep, From timid jasmine buds, that keep Their odour to themselves all day, But, when the sunlight dies away, Let the delicious secret out To every breeze that roams about...
Страница 56 - Not worlds on worlds, in phalanx deep, Need we to prove a God is here; The daisy, fresh from winter's sleep, Tells of his hand in lines as clear.
Страница 56 - And cut the gold-embossed gem, That, set in silver, gleams within ! And fling it, unrestrained and free, O'er hill and dale, and desert sod, That man, where'er he walks, may see In every step the stamp of God.
Страница 183 - Weak with nice sense, the chaste MIMOSA stands, From each rude touch withdraws her timid hands; Oft as light clouds o'erpass the Summer-glade, Alarmed she trembles at the moving shade; And feels, alive through all her tender form, The whisper'd murmurs of the gathering storm; Shuts her sweet eye-lids to approaching night; And hails with freshen'd charms the rising light.
Страница 120 - Yet dropping with Aurora's gems, And fresh inhale the spicy sighs That from the weeping buds arise. When revel reigns, when mirth is high, And Bacchus beams in every eye, Our rosy fillets scent exhale, And fill with balm the fainting gale ! Oh ! there is nought in nature bright, Where roses do not shed their light! When morning paints the orient skies, Her fingers burn with roseate dyes...