The Lady's Book of Flowers and Poetry: To which are Added, a Botanical Introduction, a Complete Floral Dictionary; and a Chapter on Plants in RoomsLucy Hooper J. C. Riker, 1842 - 263 من الصفحات |
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... winter out of doors , and seems to have received very little damage , it grows very luxuriantly in summer , and continues flowering until the frosts of win- ter . It is increased by seeds which should be sown early in the spring in a ...
... winter out of doors , and seems to have received very little damage , it grows very luxuriantly in summer , and continues flowering until the frosts of win- ter . It is increased by seeds which should be sown early in the spring in a ...
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... winter to bear Such perfume as gladdens the soft summer air ; And the Violet , the pride of the spring - time , soon dies , Unknown and unseen , ' neath December's dark skies . Oh , better , far better , ' t would be , could I fade Mid ...
... winter to bear Such perfume as gladdens the soft summer air ; And the Violet , the pride of the spring - time , soon dies , Unknown and unseen , ' neath December's dark skies . Oh , better , far better , ' t would be , could I fade Mid ...
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... winter comes thy bloom to blast Go ! and with all of Eloquence thou hast , The burning story of my love discover , And if the theme should fail , alas ! to move her , Tell her when youth's gay summer - flowers are past , Like thee , my ...
... winter comes thy bloom to blast Go ! and with all of Eloquence thou hast , The burning story of my love discover , And if the theme should fail , alas ! to move her , Tell her when youth's gay summer - flowers are past , Like thee , my ...
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... winter lingers in its icy veins . BARBAULD . OH ! sweetly beautiful it is to mark The virgin , vernal snow - drop ! lifting up- Meek as a nun -the whiteness of its cup , From earth's dead bosom , desolate and dark . ANON . FIRST in ...
... winter lingers in its icy veins . BARBAULD . OH ! sweetly beautiful it is to mark The virgin , vernal snow - drop ! lifting up- Meek as a nun -the whiteness of its cup , From earth's dead bosom , desolate and dark . ANON . FIRST in ...
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... WINTER , retire ! Thy reign is past ; Hoary Sire ! Yield the sceptre of thy sway , Sound thy trumpet in the blast , And call thy storms away : Winter , retire ! Wherefore do thy wheels delay ? Mount the chariot of thine ire , And quit ...
... WINTER , retire ! Thy reign is past ; Hoary Sire ! Yield the sceptre of thy sway , Sound thy trumpet in the blast , And call thy storms away : Winter , retire ! Wherefore do thy wheels delay ? Mount the chariot of thine ire , And quit ...
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acanthus Amaranth amid Anemone ANON beauty bell bloom blossoms blue blushing bower breast breath breeze bright Bring flowers brow buds calyx Cereus charms cheek cheer colour Cowslip Crocus crown Daisy delight Digynia droop earth emblem fade fair floral fragrance fruit gale garden Garden Chervil gentle glory glow grace green Harebell hath Hawthorn heart heaven Heliotrope hour Hyacinth Iceland Moss leaves light Lily Love Marigold MEZEREON Mock Orange modest Monogynia morning Moss myrtle Nature's ne'er o'er Orchis pale parterre Passion-Flower pensive Pentandria perfume petals Pink pistils plant poppies pride primrose purple Purple Clover rich Rose round Scarlet shade shine shower sleep smile Snow-drop sorrow Spiked Speedwell spring Squirting Cucumber stamens summer's Sun-flower Sweet Flag Sweet flower Sweet Violet tears thee thine thou art Tree Triandria Tulip twine vervain Violet Wall-flower White wild Willow wing winter yellow youth
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الصفحة 219 - And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home...
الصفحة 218 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
الصفحة 189 - All things to man's delightful use : the roof Of thickest covert was inwoven shade, Laurel and myrtle, and what higher grew Of firm and fragrant leaf; on either side Acanthus, and each odorous bushy shrub, Fenced up the verdant wall; each beauteous flower, Iris all hues, roses, and jessamine, Rear'd high their flourish'd heads between, and wrought Mosaic; under foot the violet, Crocus, and hyacinth, with rich inlay Broider'd the ground, more colour'd than with stone Of costliest emblem : other creature...
الصفحة 220 - BLOSSOMS Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast ? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last. What, were ye born to be An hour or half's delight, And so to bid good-night ? 'Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave : And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into...
الصفحة 151 - The eternal regions. Lowly reverent Towards either throne they bow, and to the ground, With solemn adoration, down they cast Their crowns inwove with amarant and gold — Immortal amarant, a flower which once In Paradise, fast by the tree of life, Began to bloom ; but soon for man's offence To Heaven removed, where first it grew, there grows.
الصفحة 85 - When beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird's warble know, The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from the last year's leaves below. Ere russet fields their green resume, Sweet flower, I love, in forest bare, To meet thee, when thy faint perfume Alone is in the virgin air. Of all her train, the hands of Spring First plant thee in the watery mould, 10 And I have seen thee blossoming Beside the snow-bank's edges cold.
الصفحة 77 - Sweet flower ! for by that name at last, When all my reveries are past, I call thee, and to that cleave fast, Sweet silent creature ! That breath'st with me in sun and air, Do thou, as thou art wont, repair My heart with gladness, and a share Of thy meek nature ! TO THE SAME FLOWER.
الصفحة 81 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. 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.
الصفحة 86 - Oft, in the sunless April day, Thy early smile has stayed my walk ; But midst the gorgeous blooms of May, I passed thee on thy humble stalk. So they, who climb to wealth, forget The friends in darker fortunes tried. I copied them — but I regret That I should ape the ways of pride.
الصفحة 194 - Below a circling fence, its leaves are seen Wrinkled and keen ; No grazing cattle, through their prickly round, Can reach to wound ; But as they grow where nothing is to fear, Smooth and unarmed the pointless leaves appear.