The Romance of Nature, Or, The Flower-seasons IllustratedCharles Tilt, 1836 - 253 pàgines |
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Pàgina 7
... wood bowers ? To us doth the lover his love compare ; Then , think ye , can aught be more sweet or fair ? Her brow is the lily , her check the rose , Her kiss is the woodbine ( more sweet than those ) ; Her eye in the half - shut violet ...
... wood bowers ? To us doth the lover his love compare ; Then , think ye , can aught be more sweet or fair ? Her brow is the lily , her check the rose , Her kiss is the woodbine ( more sweet than those ) ; Her eye in the half - shut violet ...
Pàgina 8
... wood - birds sing , And the blue skies break : Come forth to the hill - the wood - the vale- Where we merrily dance in the sportive gale ! Oh ! come to the river's rim , come to us there , For the white water - lily is wondrous fair ...
... wood - birds sing , And the blue skies break : Come forth to the hill - the wood - the vale- Where we merrily dance in the sportive gale ! Oh ! come to the river's rim , come to us there , For the white water - lily is wondrous fair ...
Pàgina 13
... As grieved to see thee its whiteness excel In the virgin hue of the snowdrop's bell . Then gaze upon earth with thine azure eyes , And bid their emblem , the violet , rise On the green - wood bank , where the primrose 13.
... As grieved to see thee its whiteness excel In the virgin hue of the snowdrop's bell . Then gaze upon earth with thine azure eyes , And bid their emblem , the violet , rise On the green - wood bank , where the primrose 13.
Pàgina 14
Mrs. Charles Meredith. On the green - wood bank , where the primrose pale Looks up , to welcome the nightingale ; And the regal crocus , in purple and gold , Bursts into life from its leafy fold . Come -we are weary of wind and storm ...
Mrs. Charles Meredith. On the green - wood bank , where the primrose pale Looks up , to welcome the nightingale ; And the regal crocus , in purple and gold , Bursts into life from its leafy fold . Come -we are weary of wind and storm ...
Pàgina 28
... woods , for there The sweet May lilies their young beauty show , Bending their slender stems , whose pearly bells , Like cups o'er - filled with perfume , shed it forth , Lading the fragrant air . Come , Love , mine , And I will show ...
... woods , for there The sweet May lilies their young beauty show , Bending their slender stems , whose pearly bells , Like cups o'er - filled with perfume , shed it forth , Lading the fragrant air . Come , Love , mine , And I will show ...
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The Romance of Nature, Or, The Flower-seasons Illustrated Mrs. Charles Meredith Visualització completa - 1836 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 122 - 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...
Pàgina 122 - 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 dyed.
Pàgina 75 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.
Pàgina 28 - 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.
Pàgina 61 - FAIR Daffodils! we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
Pàgina 122 - 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. The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair ; The roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame, another white despair...
Pàgina 122 - 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.
Pàgina 66 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. 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.
Pàgina 44 - Winter suddenly was changed to Spring ; And gentle odours led my steps astray, Mixed with a sound of waters murmuring Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, But kibsed it and then fled, as thou mightest in dream.
Pàgina 122 - 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. So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortall life the leafe, the bud, the flowre...