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... feelings . The expression of these feelings has been , in all ages , the province of poetry ; therefore we must refer to the poets in order to settle the philology of flowers . This we have done . We have carefully searched the poets ...
... feelings . The expression of these feelings has been , in all ages , the province of poetry ; therefore we must refer to the poets in order to settle the philology of flowers . This we have done . We have carefully searched the poets ...
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... feeling , and passion , can never be equalled in any work of this kind- because we had the first choice of the field ; unless , indeed , our imitators take our selec- tions bodily from FLORA'S INTERPRETER , as some of them have already ...
... feeling , and passion , can never be equalled in any work of this kind- because we had the first choice of the field ; unless , indeed , our imitators take our selec- tions bodily from FLORA'S INTERPRETER , as some of them have already ...
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... feels , When she nurses the flame of the shrine while she kneels : Oh , knowest thou , dear , what this love may be ? Such ever has been in my heart for thee . Mrs. Embury . AMERICAN STARWORT . Aster , tradescanti . Class 19. Order 20 ...
... feels , When she nurses the flame of the shrine while she kneels : Oh , knowest thou , dear , what this love may be ? Such ever has been in my heart for thee . Mrs. Embury . AMERICAN STARWORT . Aster , tradescanti . Class 19. Order 20 ...
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... feelings ; for the tones . Of a most pleasant company of friends Were in my ear but now , and gentle thoughts From spirits whose high character I know ; And I retain their influence , as the air Retains the softness of departed day ...
... feelings ; for the tones . Of a most pleasant company of friends Were in my ear but now , and gentle thoughts From spirits whose high character I know ; And I retain their influence , as the air Retains the softness of departed day ...
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... feeling To catch one kind , one sunny look , When love would be a leaf of healing , But scorn a thing I will not ... feelings . They forget I have a heart of kindness yet . Willis . BAY LEAF . Laurus . ( Bay or Laurel tree 3 * FLORA'S ...
... feeling To catch one kind , one sunny look , When love would be a leaf of healing , But scorn a thing I will not ... feelings . They forget I have a heart of kindness yet . Willis . BAY LEAF . Laurus . ( Bay or Laurel tree 3 * FLORA'S ...
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Albany Advertiser Amaranth Anon ANSWER beams beauty Bernard Barton bloom blossoms blue blush bosom bowers breath bright brow Calycanthus calyx Chamomile charm cheek Class 19 Class 21 clouds cold color crimson dark deep Dianthus dreams earth fade fair feeling Flow Flowers white found in Europe fragrant gentle genus Geranium Gisborne glow golden grace hath heaven hope hour Houstonia India indigenous J. G. Whittier Laurustinus leaf leaves life's light Lily lonely look love thee Love's loveliness LYMPHATIC morning mountain never North America o'er Order 13 pale Passion Flower Percival perfume pink pistils plant pure purple Rosa rose SANGUINE SENTIMENT shade shadows shine Siberia skies smile sorrow soul species spirit spring stamens star sweet tears TEMPERAMENTS tender thine thou art thoughts thy heart Token tree Umbels violet waves weary wild Willis York Mirror young youth
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Page 273 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent I June 12, 1811.
Page 235 - 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.
Page 251 - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread. The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
Page 235 - I would that thus, when I shall see The hour of death draw near to me, Hope, blossoming within my heart, May look to heaven as I depart.
Page 235 - GENTIAN. THOU blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue, That openest when the quiet light Succeeds the keen and frosty night. Thou comest not when violets lean O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines, in purple dressed, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. 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.
Page 251 - 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.
Page 157 - OH, fairest of the rural maids ! Thy birth was in the forest shades ; Green boughs, and glimpses of the sky, Were all that met thine infant eye. Thy sports, thy wanderings, when a child, Were ever in the sylvan wild ; And all the beauty of the place Is in thy heart and on thy face. The twilight of the trees and rocks Is in the light shade of thy locks ; Thy step is as the wind, that weaves Its playful way among the leaves.
Page 96 - I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon ; To whom the better elements And kindly stars have given A form so fair, that, like the air, Tis less of earth than heaven.
Page 233 - As that the sweet-brier yields it ; and the shower Wets not a rose that buds in beauty's bower One half so lovely ; yet it grows along The poor girl's pathway, by the poor man's door. Such are the simple folks it dwells among; And humble as the bud, so humble be the song.
Page 272 - And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers, Is always the first to be touched by the thorns.