The Romance of Nature, Or, The Flower-seasons IllustratedCharles Tilt, 1836 - 253 من الصفحات |
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... live we , With our neighbour , the rugged old forest - tree , Who , wrapped in his mantle of ivy green , Looks gay , -for his wrinkles are never seen . With the zephyrs we dance ' Neath the bright warm sun ; But the moon's pale glance ...
... live we , With our neighbour , the rugged old forest - tree , Who , wrapped in his mantle of ivy green , Looks gay , -for his wrinkles are never seen . With the zephyrs we dance ' Neath the bright warm sun ; But the moon's pale glance ...
الصفحة 26
... lives in a weapon - girt bower , All around and about her are guardians of power , And countless spears valiantly set . But as , when resolved the bright blossom to gain , We value not spear head nor lance ; So when Lubin a kiss craves ...
... lives in a weapon - girt bower , All around and about her are guardians of power , And countless spears valiantly set . But as , when resolved the bright blossom to gain , We value not spear head nor lance ; So when Lubin a kiss craves ...
الصفحة 34
... lives may happily be passed among such scenes , how glorious is the Spring - time ! How exhilirating are the first few warmer days — how joyously we fling aside portions of our cumbrous winter- walking attire , to ramble along " by ...
... lives may happily be passed among such scenes , how glorious is the Spring - time ! How exhilirating are the first few warmer days — how joyously we fling aside portions of our cumbrous winter- walking attire , to ramble along " by ...
الصفحة 48
... live or dye . Among the poetic groups of spring flowers , culled from the rich parterre of Britain's noble and immortal Bards , I cannot omit the following exquisite description of the vernal season , by Gawdain Douglas , Bishop of ...
... live or dye . Among the poetic groups of spring flowers , culled from the rich parterre of Britain's noble and immortal Bards , I cannot omit the following exquisite description of the vernal season , by Gawdain Douglas , Bishop of ...
الصفحة 53
... live their savours : I must go seek some dewdrops here , And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear . Herrick alludes to the cowslip gatherers in his sweet verses TO MEDDOWES . Ye have been fresh and green , Ye have been filled with ...
... live their savours : I must go seek some dewdrops here , And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear . Herrick alludes to the cowslip gatherers in his sweet verses TO MEDDOWES . Ye have been fresh and green , Ye have been filled with ...
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Arbutus Autumn Bards Beaumont and Fletcher beauty bells Ben Jonson birds Blackberries bloom blossoms blue blush bonny brown bower breath breeze bright brow Carnation cheek colour Commeline Crocus daisy dance dear delicate delight Dianthus Chinensis doth e'en earth emblem fable fair fairy fancy favourite Fern fling floral floures Foxglove fragrant garden gaze gentle glorious Gorse graceful green Harebell hath head Heather Herrick Jasmine Jasmine tree kiss Ladye leaves light Lily Lobelia look loveliness lover maiden mede merry Narcissus Nature's ne'er neath Noble Kinsmen o'er pale Pan's Anniversary Pansy Passion Flowers peep perfume petals Pimpernel pink PLATE poems poetic Poets purple Queen rich Rose round scene season Shakspeare sigh sing smile Snowdrop soft song Spring stem Summer sweet tears tell thee things thou trees violet Wallflower wave wealth ween wind wind-flowers wings winter yellow young
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.