Familiar Garden Flowers

Voorkant
Cassell, 1879
 

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Populaire passages

Pagina 36 - Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God ! God!
Pagina 78 - 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...
Pagina 60 - DEAR common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride uphold, High-hearted buccaneers, o'erjoyed that they An Eldorado in the grass have found, Which not the rich earth's ample round May match in wealth, thou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be. Gold such as thine ne'er drew the Spanish prow...
Pagina 60 - T is the Spring's largess, which she scatters now To rich and poor alike, with lavish hand, Though most hearts never understand To take it at God's value, but pass by The offered wealth with unrewarded eye.
Pagina 36 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain—- Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows ? Who with living flowers Of loveliest...
Pagina 36 - Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds ! Ye signs and wonders of the element ! Utter forth God, and fill the hills with praise ! Thou, too, hoar Mount ! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche...
Pagina xvii - Cypresse, but his rynd is tough ; Sweet is the Nut, but bitter is his pill ; Sweet is the Broome-flowre, but yet sowre enough ; And sweet is Moly, but his root is ill. So...
Pagina 108 - She with distracted passion pines away, Detesteth company ; all. night, all day, Disrobed, with her ruffled hair unbound, And wet with humour, sits upon the ground; For nine long days all sustenance forbears; Her hunger cloy'd with dew, her thirst with tears : Nor rose ; but rivets on the god her eyes, And ever turns her face to him that flies. At length, to earth her stupid body cleaves : Her wan complexion turns to bloodless leaves, Yet streak 'd with red : her perish'd limbs beget A flower, resembling...
Pagina 84 - ... goes rather by the name of honesty ; though what we call an honest man the Romans called a good man ; and honesty in their language, as well as in French, rather signifies a composition of those qualities which generally acquire honour and esteem.
Pagina 108 - As the sunflower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.

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