Ladies' Gems; Or, Poems on the Love of Flowers, Kindness to Animals, and the Domestic Affections: From the Most Approved Authors1855 - Animals in literature - 108 pages |
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... white and of golden hue . And here's a bright blossom , a gay one indeed , Our mountain maids name it the Butterfly - weed ; So gorgeous its colours , one scarcely can tell If POEMS ON LOVE FOR FLOWERS . Let us go to the Woods.
... white and of golden hue . And here's a bright blossom , a gay one indeed , Our mountain maids name it the Butterfly - weed ; So gorgeous its colours , one scarcely can tell If POEMS ON LOVE FOR FLOWERS . Let us go to the Woods.
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... in flowers , And they tell in a garland their loves and cares ; Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers , On its leaves a mystic language bears . T The Rose is a sign of joy and love- Young 14 POEMS ON LOVE FOR FLOWERS .
... in flowers , And they tell in a garland their loves and cares ; Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers , On its leaves a mystic language bears . T The Rose is a sign of joy and love- Young 14 POEMS ON LOVE FOR FLOWERS .
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... blossoms of the thorn Are waving o'er the pool , Moved by the wind that breathes along So sweetly and so cool . The hawthorn clusters bloom above , The primrose hides below , And on the lonely passer - by A modest glance doth throw ...
... blossoms of the thorn Are waving o'er the pool , Moved by the wind that breathes along So sweetly and so cool . The hawthorn clusters bloom above , The primrose hides below , And on the lonely passer - by A modest glance doth throw ...
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... blossoms were part of her spell . Even now , what affections the violet awakes ; What loved little islands , twice seen in their lakes , Can the wild water - lily restore : What landscapes I read in the primrose's looks , And what ...
... blossoms were part of her spell . Even now , what affections the violet awakes ; What loved little islands , twice seen in their lakes , Can the wild water - lily restore : What landscapes I read in the primrose's looks , And what ...
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... blossoms are ! How delicate thy gauzy frill ! How rich thy branchy stem ! How soft thy voice when woods are still , And thou sing'st hymns to them ; While silent showers are falling slow , And , ' mid the general hush , A sweet air ...
... blossoms are ! How delicate thy gauzy frill ! How rich thy branchy stem ! How soft thy voice when woods are still , And thou sing'st hymns to them ; While silent showers are falling slow , And , ' mid the general hush , A sweet air ...
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Page 57 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Page 66 - That thus they all shall meet in future days : There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere. Compared with this, how poor Religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart...
Page 90 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the...
Page 27 - 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. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...
Page 58 - At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; — Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest.
Page 58 - All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shall thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest.
Page 18 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies...
Page 46 - Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me and drink as I; Freely welcome to my cup, Couldst thou sip and sip it up: Make the most of life you may, Life is short and wears away. Both alike are mine and thine Hastening quick to their decline: Thine's a summer, mine's no more, Though repeated to threescore. Threescore summers, when they're gone, Will appear as short as one!
Page 63 - O happy love, — where love like this is found! — O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare — " If heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk- white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Page 90 - The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket arose from the well. How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it, As poised on the curb it inclined to my lips ! Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it, Though...