Gift of Flowers: Love's Wreath for 1854Rufus Wilmot Griswold |
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... , Whose path is the lightning's and soft moths that kiss The sweet lips of the flowers , and harm not , did she Make her attendant angels be . And many an antenatal tomb , Where butterflies dream of THE POETRY OF FLOWERS . 27.
... , Whose path is the lightning's and soft moths that kiss The sweet lips of the flowers , and harm not , did she Make her attendant angels be . And many an antenatal tomb , Where butterflies dream of THE POETRY OF FLOWERS . 27.
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Love's Wreath for 1854 Rufus Wilmot Griswold. And many an antenatal tomb , Where butterflies dream of the life to come , She left clinging round the smooth and dark Edge of the odorous cedar bark . This fairest creature from earliest ...
Love's Wreath for 1854 Rufus Wilmot Griswold. And many an antenatal tomb , Where butterflies dream of the life to come , She left clinging round the smooth and dark Edge of the odorous cedar bark . This fairest creature from earliest ...
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... tomb- The virtues , that have charmed us here , In fadeless life shall bloom ; And win from faith the fervid prayer , To meet thy sainted spirit there . TO THE ROSE . BY C. P. CRANCH . DEAR flower of heaven and love ! Thou glorious ...
... tomb- The virtues , that have charmed us here , In fadeless life shall bloom ; And win from faith the fervid prayer , To meet thy sainted spirit there . TO THE ROSE . BY C. P. CRANCH . DEAR flower of heaven and love ! Thou glorious ...
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... tomb : Lo . brother , this is heav'n ! And thus the just shall bloom . " BLESSED BE GOD FOR FLOWERS . Suggested by seeing my youngest child asleep , with Wild Flowers grasped in its hand . BY MRS . CHARLES TINSLEY . BLESSED be God for ...
... tomb : Lo . brother , this is heav'n ! And thus the just shall bloom . " BLESSED BE GOD FOR FLOWERS . Suggested by seeing my youngest child asleep , with Wild Flowers grasped in its hand . BY MRS . CHARLES TINSLEY . BLESSED be God for ...
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... tombs of heroes , carved in stone ; In the cottage of the rudest peasant , In ancestral homes , whose crumbling towers , Speaking of the Past unto the Present , Tell us of the ancient Games of Flowers ; In all places , then , and in all ...
... tombs of heroes , carved in stone ; In the cottage of the rudest peasant , In ancestral homes , whose crumbling towers , Speaking of the Past unto the Present , Tell us of the ancient Games of Flowers ; In all places , then , and in all ...
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Amaranth BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath BERNARD BARTON bloom blossoms blue blush bosom boughs bowers breast breath breeze bright BROKEN FLOWER buds charms cheek child cloud cold Cowslip DAFFODILS daisy dead dear delight dost doth dreams drooping earth fair fairest Fancy crown flowerets fragrance gale garden gaze gentle flower glow golden grace green hath heart heaven hour JOHN KEATS JOHN STERLING leaf leaves life's light lily little rose lone look'd love's MELROSE ABBEY morning Narcissus nature's ne'er NOSEGAY nymph o'er odours pale pass'd perfume pride primrose purple rill round scarlet pimpernel scent sensitive plant shade shed shine showers sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring star stream summer sunny sweet tears tender thee thine thou art thought tomb tree twine vale vernal violet wall-flower weep wild wind wind-flower wing winter wither'd
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Page 31 - And the Naiad-like lily of the vale, Whom youth makes so fair and passion so pale, That the light of its tremulous bells is seen Through their pavilions of tender green...
Page 215 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd 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.
Page 118 - 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 prim-roses That die unmarried ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength...
Page 122 - 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.
Page 156 - And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers ; But one thing want these banks of Rhine, — Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine...
Page 127 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired; Bid her come forth! Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Page 214 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see 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.
Page 231 - THERE is a flower, a little flower, With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky. The prouder beauties of the field In gay but quick succession shine, Race after race their honours yield, They flourish and decline. But this small flower, to Nature dear, While moons and stars their courses run, Wreathes the whole circle of the year, Companion of the Sun.
Page 22 - Neath cloistered boughs each floral bell that swingeth And tolls its perfume on the passing air Makes Sabbath in the fields, and ever ringeth A call to prayer : Not to the domes where crumbling arch and column Attest the feebleness of mortal hand, But to that fane most catholic and solemn Which God hath plann'd,— To that cathedral, boundless as our wonder, Whose quenchless lamps the sun and moon supply, Its choir the winds and waves, its organ thunder, Its dome the sky.