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... speak for thine . " Here are red Roses , gathered at thy cheeks , - The white were all too happy to look white : For love the Rose , for faith the Lily speaks ; It withers in false hands , but here ' tis bright ! " Dost love sweet ...
... speak for thine . " Here are red Roses , gathered at thy cheeks , - The white were all too happy to look white : For love the Rose , for faith the Lily speaks ; It withers in false hands , but here ' tis bright ! " Dost love sweet ...
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... speaks of it . According to the classic account , this little flower owed its origin to Belides , one of the dryads , the nymphs who presided over woodlands . It is fabled that whilst this damsel was dancing with her favoured suitor ...
... speaks of it . According to the classic account , this little flower owed its origin to Belides , one of the dryads , the nymphs who presided over woodlands . It is fabled that whilst this damsel was dancing with her favoured suitor ...
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... speak Of Christ's forsaken bed , And voices , that forbid to seek The living ' mid the dead ; And when they say , " Turn , wandering heart , Thy Lord is risen indeed , Let pleasure go , put care apart , And to His presence speed ; " We ...
... speak Of Christ's forsaken bed , And voices , that forbid to seek The living ' mid the dead ; And when they say , " Turn , wandering heart , Thy Lord is risen indeed , Let pleasure go , put care apart , And to His presence speed ; " We ...
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... speak of vanished things To living hearts of mine . THE COWSLIP . MISS LANDON . THE Cowslip , that bending With its golden bells , Of each glad hour's ending With a sweet chime tells . A CROCUS . ( Cheerfulness - Hope . ) CCORDING 38 ...
... speak of vanished things To living hearts of mine . THE COWSLIP . MISS LANDON . THE Cowslip , that bending With its golden bells , Of each glad hour's ending With a sweet chime tells . A CROCUS . ( Cheerfulness - Hope . ) CCORDING 38 ...
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... metamorphosed into a heifer , bent her lips to eat . Perdita , when wishing for flowers to give her guests , in the " Winter's Tale , " thus speaks of the beauty and perfume of violets : 1 ODESTY The Violet is for Modesty " Violets dim.
... metamorphosed into a heifer , bent her lips to eat . Perdita , when wishing for flowers to give her guests , in the " Winter's Tale , " thus speaks of the beauty and perfume of violets : 1 ODESTY The Violet is for Modesty " Violets dim.
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Amaranth Anemone beauty beneath bloom blossoms blue blush bosom boughs bower breast breath bright brow buds charms Cheerfulness clouds Cowslip Crocus crown daffodils Daisy dead delight doth drooping earth ELIZA COOK emblem fade fair flower Forget FORGET-ME-NOT Foxglove fragrance gale garden garlands Geranium glory golden grace green grief Guelder Rose HAREBELL hath heart heaven Holly Honeysuckle hope hour ivy green Jasmine kiss laurel leaf leaves LEIGH HUNT light Lilac Lily live lonely lover maid Marigold Mezereon Misanthropy mistletoe myrtle Narcissus o'er odour Oxlip pale pansies perfume pine Pink Plant poets pride primrose purple rich Rose scent shade Shepherd's Purse sigh sing smile SNOWDROP spring star Sunflower sweet Sweetbriar tears tender thee thine thistle Thorn thou art thought Tree twine vale Venus's Looking-glass vervain violet WALLFLOWER wave weep White wild Willow wind winter withered Yellow youth Zephyr
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Страница 96 - Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took 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 Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Страница 44 - 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.
Страница 54 - 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 dyed.
Страница 95 - Since 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 music.
Страница 224 - To dream and dream, like yonder amber light, Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height; To hear each other's whisper'd speech; Eating the Lotos day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray; To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild-minded melancholy...
Страница 72 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From 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 ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength...
Страница 17 - mang the dewy weet, Wi' spreckled breast, When upward-springing, blithe, 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 sheltering woods and wa's maun shield ; But thou, beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane.
Страница 18 - ... 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 given, Who long with wants and woes has striven.
Страница 226 - Thou waitest late and com'st alone, When woods are bare and birds are flown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near his end. Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes to the sky, Blue — blue — as if that sky let fall A flower from its cerulean wall.
Страница 71 - With fairest flowers Whilst summer lasts and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose...