Gathered Flowers: Chiefly from the Works of the British PoetsHamilton, Adams, & Company, ... Liverpool: D. Marples., 1832 - 179 pagina's |
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Pagina 2
... Thou weavest thy circlet gay ; ' T is not for these I love thee dear- Thy shy averted smiles To fancy bode a joyous year , One of life's fairy isles . They twinkle to the wintry moon , And cheer the ungenial day , And tell us , all will ...
... Thou weavest thy circlet gay ; ' T is not for these I love thee dear- Thy shy averted smiles To fancy bode a joyous year , One of life's fairy isles . They twinkle to the wintry moon , And cheer the ungenial day , And tell us , all will ...
Pagina 3
... darling breeze at play , Opening to the radiant sky All the sweetness of thine eye ; -Or bright with sun - beams , glad with showers , O thou fairy - queen of flowers ! Watch thee o'er the plain advance , At the head 8.
... darling breeze at play , Opening to the radiant sky All the sweetness of thine eye ; -Or bright with sun - beams , glad with showers , O thou fairy - queen of flowers ! Watch thee o'er the plain advance , At the head 8.
Pagina 12
... Thou wilt come with half a call , Spreading out thy glossy breast , Like a careless prodigal Telling tales about the sun When there's little warmth , or none . Comfort have thou of thy merit , Kindly unassuming spirit ! Careless of thy ...
... Thou wilt come with half a call , Spreading out thy glossy breast , Like a careless prodigal Telling tales about the sun When there's little warmth , or none . Comfort have thou of thy merit , Kindly unassuming spirit ! Careless of thy ...
Pagina 17
... thou bloom'st within my humble bower , Endows thee with some strange mysterious power , Waking high thoughts ? as there perchance might be Some angel form of truth and purity , Whose hallowed presence shared my lonely hour ? -Yes ...
... thou bloom'st within my humble bower , Endows thee with some strange mysterious power , Waking high thoughts ? as there perchance might be Some angel form of truth and purity , Whose hallowed presence shared my lonely hour ? -Yes ...
Pagina 22
... thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face , pale Primrose ; nor The azured hare - bell , like thy veins ; no , nor The leaf of eglantine , whom not to slander , Out - sweetened not thy breath . CYMBELINE . SHE is the Rose ...
... thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face , pale Primrose ; nor The azured hare - bell , like thy veins ; no , nor The leaf of eglantine , whom not to slander , Out - sweetened not thy breath . CYMBELINE . SHE is the Rose ...
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Gathered Flowers: Chiefly from the Works of the British Poets (1832) David Marples Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2009 |
Gathered Flowers: Chiefly from the Works of the British Poets (1832) David Marples Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2009 |
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ALAMANNI Anemone Autumn beauteous beauty beneath bird bloom blossoms blow blue bosom bower breast breath breeze bright Bring flowers buds Calendula Officinalis Carnation CHARLOTTE SMITH charms Class Pentandria County Guy Cowslip crimson crimson glory CYMBELINE Daisy dear decay deck delight dewy doth drooping elegant fade fair fairest fairy fior fragrance gale garden glow golden grace green Hare-bell hath Hawthorn head heart Heath Helianthus Annuus hour humble LANGHORNE leaves Lily live lonely Lonicera Periclymenum LORENZO DE MEDICI love's Marygold MEZEREON MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM morning Myrtle native Nature's night o'er odours Ophrys Apifera Order Monogynia pale perfume Pilewort plant Polyandria Poppy pride Primrose purple queen rich rise Rosa Rose round scent shade shed shining shower sigh smiling soft SONG sorrow spring summer sweet tear tender thee thine tree vale vernal violet virgin wander wild winter WINTER'S TALE wood Woodbine
Populaire passages
Pagina 95 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst 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. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Pagina 94 - 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 hadst 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.
Pagina 7 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Pagina 58 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet floweret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betrayed, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soiled, is laid Low i
Pagina 29 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Pagina 34 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Pagina 53 - Here she was wont to go ! and here ! and here ! Just where those daisies, pinks, and violets grow : The world may find the Spring by following her ; For other print her airy steps ne'er left : Her treading would not bend a blade of grass, Or shake the downy blow-ball from his stalk ! But like the soft west-wind she shot along, And where she went the flowers took thickest root, As she had sowed them with her odorous foot...
Pagina 29 - O thou goddess, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st In these two princely boys ! They are as gentle As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head : and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchafed, as the rudest wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine And make him stoop to the vale.
Pagina 7 - ... Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee : A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company : I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought : For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude ; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with...
Pagina 59 - 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.