The Romance of Nature, Or, The Flower-seasons IllustratedCharles Tilt, 1836 - 253 oldal |
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6. oldal
... seen . With the zephyrs we dance ' Neath the bright warm sun ; But the moon's pale glance Bids our sport be done , - Then we close our petals , nor , winking , peep Till the morning breaks our perfumed sleep . Oh ! are we not beautiful ...
... seen . With the zephyrs we dance ' Neath the bright warm sun ; But the moon's pale glance Bids our sport be done , - Then we close our petals , nor , winking , peep Till the morning breaks our perfumed sleep . Oh ! are we not beautiful ...
26. oldal
... seen Thro ' their pavilions of tender green . SHELLEY . Then seek the bank where flowering elders crowd , Where scatter'd wild the lily of the vale Her balmy essence breathes . THOMSON . COME , Lady mine , into the woods , for there The ...
... seen Thro ' their pavilions of tender green . SHELLEY . Then seek the bank where flowering elders crowd , Where scatter'd wild the lily of the vale Her balmy essence breathes . THOMSON . COME , Lady mine , into the woods , for there The ...
45. oldal
... seen this floure , how it will goe to rest , For feare of night , so hateth she darknesse , Her chere is plainly spred in the brightnesse Of the Sunne , for there it woll unclose : He then complains that he has neither rhyme nor prose ...
... seen this floure , how it will goe to rest , For feare of night , so hateth she darknesse , Her chere is plainly spred in the brightnesse Of the Sunne , for there it woll unclose : He then complains that he has neither rhyme nor prose ...
51. oldal
... seen clustering together , are ideas as truly as they are poetically emblematical of the subject . Primroses and cowslips have ever been in high favour with the sovereigns of song . The Swedish name of the former , maj- nycklar , or the ...
... seen clustering together , are ideas as truly as they are poetically emblematical of the subject . Primroses and cowslips have ever been in high favour with the sovereigns of song . The Swedish name of the former , maj- nycklar , or the ...
52. oldal
... seen as yet The violet ? Or broughte a kisse From that sweet - heart to this ? No , no , this sorrow shown By your teares shed , Wo'd have this lecture read ; That things of greatest , so of meanest worth , Conceived with griefe are ...
... seen as yet The violet ? Or broughte a kisse From that sweet - heart to this ? No , no , this sorrow shown By your teares shed , Wo'd have this lecture read ; That things of greatest , so of meanest worth , Conceived with griefe are ...
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The Romance of Nature: Or, the Flower-Seasons Illustrated Charles Meredith Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Arbutus Autumn Bards Beaumont and Fletcher beauty bells Ben Jonson birds Blackberries bloom blossoms blue blush bonny brown bower breath breeze bright brow Carnation cheek colour Commeline Crocus daisy dance dear delicate delight Dianthus Chinensis doth e'en earth emblem fable fair fairy fancy favourite Fern fling floral floures Foxglove fragrant garden gaze gentle glorious Gorse graceful green Harebell hath head Heather Herrick Jasmine Jasmine tree kiss Ladye leaves light Lily Lobelia look loveliness lover maiden mede merry Narcissus Nature's ne'er neath Noble Kinsmen o'er pale Pan's Anniversary Pansy Passion Flowers peep perfume petals Pimpernel pink PLATE poems poetic Poets purple Queen rich Rose round scene season Shakspeare sigh sing smile Snowdrop soft song Spring stem Summer sweet tears tell thee things thou trees violet Wallflower wave wealth ween wind wind-flowers wings winter yellow young
Népszerű szakaszok
28. oldal - At a fair vestal, throned by the west ; And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quenched in the chaste beams of the watery moon ; And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
23. oldal - And some have wept, and woo'd, and plighted troth, And chose their priest, ere we can cast off sloth: Many a green-gown has been given; Many a kiss, both odd and even: Many a glance too has been sent From out the eye, love's firmament; Many a jest told of the keys betraying This night, and locks pick'd, yet we're not aMaying.
44. oldal - 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...
138. oldal - The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd.
154. oldal - Her clothes spread wide, And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up; Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes, As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and indu'd Unto that element; but long it could not be Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death.
52. oldal - Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets ; Faint oxlips ; tender blue-bells, at whose birth The sod scarce heaved ; and that tall flower that wets Its mother's face with heaven-collected tears, When the low wind, its playmate's voice, it hears.
145. oldal - T do confess thou'rt smooth and fair, And I might have gone near to love thee. Had I not found the slightest prayer That lips could speak, had power to move thee; But I can let thee now alone, As worthy to be loved by none.
136. oldal - That fairer seemes the lesse ye see her may. Lo ! see soone after how more bold and free Her bared bosome she doth broad display ; Lo ! see soone after how she fades and falls away.
60. oldal - Nay! not so much as out of bed; When all the birds have matins said, And sung their thankful hymns; 'tis sin, Nay, profanation to keep in, When as a thousand virgins on this day Spring, sooner than the lark, to fetch in May.
74. oldal - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.