Memoirs of the Rose: Comprising Botanical, Poetical, and Miscellaneous Recollections of that Celebrated Flower ; in a Series of Letters to a LadyFrancis Westley, 1824 - 189 pagina's |
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Pagina 11
... charms . The more we study the works of the Creator , the more wisdom , beauty , and harmony become manifest , even to our limited apprehensions ; and while we admire , it is impossible not to adore . " - These sentiments , my dear Anne ...
... charms . The more we study the works of the Creator , the more wisdom , beauty , and harmony become manifest , even to our limited apprehensions ; and while we admire , it is impossible not to adore . " - These sentiments , my dear Anne ...
Pagina 14
... how can minstrel leave thy charms unsung , Whose meek supremacy has been alway Confess'd in many a clime , and many a tongue , And in whose praise the harp of many a bard has rung ? Mine is unworthy such a lovely theme ; - Yet 14.
... how can minstrel leave thy charms unsung , Whose meek supremacy has been alway Confess'd in many a clime , and many a tongue , And in whose praise the harp of many a bard has rung ? Mine is unworthy such a lovely theme ; - Yet 14.
Pagina 16
... charms appear to be A lovely blowing bud on beauty's tree . I love the Rose , —nor least when I perceive The thistle's pride in Scotia's bonnet worn ; The shamrock green on Erin's banner borne ; O then , imagination loves to weave Of ...
... charms appear to be A lovely blowing bud on beauty's tree . I love the Rose , —nor least when I perceive The thistle's pride in Scotia's bonnet worn ; The shamrock green on Erin's banner borne ; O then , imagination loves to weave Of ...
Pagina 44
... charm , some hour Of past , -of hop'd - for joys . And shall thy leaves , thy bloom and spray , Be scatter'd by the summer's breath ? My days as fugitive as they , Are pluck'd by time and death . Another summer shall restore Leaves ...
... charm , some hour Of past , -of hop'd - for joys . And shall thy leaves , thy bloom and spray , Be scatter'd by the summer's breath ? My days as fugitive as they , Are pluck'd by time and death . Another summer shall restore Leaves ...
Pagina 48
... charms , It mantles o'er their graceful arms ; Through Cytherea's form its glows , And mingles with the living snows . The Rose distils a healing balm , The beating pulse of pain to calm ; Preserves the cold inurned clay , And mocks the ...
... charms , It mantles o'er their graceful arms ; Through Cytherea's form its glows , And mingles with the living snows . The Rose distils a healing balm , The beating pulse of pain to calm ; Preserves the cold inurned clay , And mocks the ...
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Memoirs of the Rose: Comprising Botanical, Poetical, and Miscellaneous ... John Holland Volledige weergave - 1824 |
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Pagina 132 - 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.
Pagina 90 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. • The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses...
Pagina 90 - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
Pagina 62 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye; Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Pagina 90 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made: And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
Pagina 157 - But so have I seen a rose newly springing from the clefts of its hood, and at first it was fair as the morning, and full with the dew of heaven as a lamb's fleece ; but when a ruder breath had forced open its virgin modesty, and dismantled its too youthful and unripe retirements, it began to put on darkness, and to decline to softness and the symptoms of a sickly age ; it bowed the head, and broke its stalk, and at night having lost some of its leaves and all its beauty, it fell into the portion...
Pagina 132 - 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 157 - ... burial, and we shall perceive the distance to be very great and very strange. But so have I seen a rose newly springing from the clefts of its hood, and at first it was fair as the morning, and full with the dew of heaven as a lamb's fleece; but when a ruder breath had forced open its virgin modesty and dismantled its too youthful and unripe retirements, it began to put on darkness and to decline to softness and the symptoms of a sickly age: it bowed the head and broke its stalk, and at night,...
Pagina 94 - Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer, But dare maintain the party of the truth, Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
Pagina 175 - Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! ^ To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping. Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.