The Holly and Mistletoe: Beautiful Bouquets, Culled from the Poets of All Countries, 1. könyvFrederick Warne and Company, 1869 - 152 oldal |
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53. oldal
... thy dressing , Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing . Thus we salute thee with our earliest song , And welcome thee and wish thee long . MILTON . 53 SPRING CROCUSES . MARY HOWITT . " The vernal crocus Miss Landon Milton.
... thy dressing , Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing . Thus we salute thee with our earliest song , And welcome thee and wish thee long . MILTON . 53 SPRING CROCUSES . MARY HOWITT . " The vernal crocus Miss Landon Milton.
54. oldal
... vernal crocus in the neighbourhood of Nottingham presents a most beautiful appearance , covering with its bloom many acres of meadow , rivalling whatever has been sung of the fields of Enna ; showing at a distance like a field of lilac ...
... vernal crocus in the neighbourhood of Nottingham presents a most beautiful appearance , covering with its bloom many acres of meadow , rivalling whatever has been sung of the fields of Enna ; showing at a distance like a field of lilac ...
79. oldal
... vernal cloud , When ' t casts its beauty on a land In music sweet but never loud : But I am of the humble crowd , And thus am I content to be , If thou , sweet muse , wilt cherish me . 79 NATURE'S VOICES . THE leaf - tongues of the ...
... vernal cloud , When ' t casts its beauty on a land In music sweet but never loud : But I am of the humble crowd , And thus am I content to be , If thou , sweet muse , wilt cherish me . 79 NATURE'S VOICES . THE leaf - tongues of the ...
84. oldal
... stir my blood , Like vernal airs that curb the flood There falls to manhood's lot , A joy which youth has not . A dream more beautiful than truth , Returning spring , -renewing youth ! 85 Youth Renewed . Thus sweetly to surrender , The.
... stir my blood , Like vernal airs that curb the flood There falls to manhood's lot , A joy which youth has not . A dream more beautiful than truth , Returning spring , -renewing youth ! 85 Youth Renewed . Thus sweetly to surrender , The.
103. oldal
... vernal red , And her kindly flower display'd Ere her leaf can cast a shade . Though the rudest hand assail her , Patiently she droops awhile , But when showers and breezes hail her , Wears again her winning smile . Thus I learn ...
... vernal red , And her kindly flower display'd Ere her leaf can cast a shade . Though the rudest hand assail her , Patiently she droops awhile , But when showers and breezes hail her , Wears again her winning smile . Thus I learn ...
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bank BARRY CORNWALL beauty bending birds bloom blossoms blue bower breath breeze bright bring buds cloud cowslip creeping everywhere dost doth earth EBENEZER ELLIOTT fair fields fling flowerets fragrant Garland of Wild GERALD MASSEY gleams glow golden gorses grass green grow happy hath hawthorn heart heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE hill hour leaf leaves LEIGH HUNT life's light lilies lone lowly MARY HOWITT meadows merry mill stream morning mountain N. P. WILLIS Nature's never nook o'er pale Peeps perfume primrose purple RAGGED ROBIN rich Robin scented shed shine showers sigh silent sing skies sleep Small Celandine smile snowdrop soft song soul spring stars summer sunny sunny song sweet tears tell thee things Thou art thought trees vernal violets voice wall-flower wandering White Daisy wild flowers Wild Roses wind wind-flower wing winter woodbine woodland woods WORDSWORTH yellow youth
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79. oldal - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. 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.
50. oldal - DANDELION. 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.
152. oldal - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er. " Such fate to suffering worth is given, Who long with wants and woes has striven.
151. oldal - Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
77. oldal - When beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird's warble know, The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from the last year's leaves below. Ere russet fields their green resume, Sweet flower, I love, in forest bare, To meet thee, when thy faint perfume Alone is in the virgin air. Of all her train, the hands of Spring First plant thee in the watery mould, 10 And I have seen thee blossoming Beside the snow-bank's edges cold.
110. oldal - In all places, then, and in all seasons, Flowers expand their light and soullike wings, Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons, How akin they are to human things. And with childlike, credulous affection We behold their tender buds expand ; Emblems of our own great resurrection Emblems of the bright and better land.
4. oldal - THERE is a flower, a little flower, With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour,
2. 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...
76. oldal - With fairest flowers Whilst summer lasts and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose, nor The azured harebell, like thy veins, no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
150. oldal - There's nothing bright, above, below, From flowers that bloom to stars that glow, But in its light my soul can see Some feature of thy Deity. There's nothing dark, below, above, But in its gloom I trace thy Love, And meekly wait that moment, when Thy touch shall turn all bright again ! 1 Pii orant tacite.