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Pàgina xxii
... Poppy , the glowing crimson Peony , the purple of the German Iris , and a thousand others , are added daily . And the great and memorable Botanist Linnaeus seems to have been born in the Gala Time of his favourite Science . A dif ...
... Poppy , the glowing crimson Peony , the purple of the German Iris , and a thousand others , are added daily . And the great and memorable Botanist Linnaeus seems to have been born in the Gala Time of his favourite Science . A dif ...
Pàgina xxiii
... Poppies cast a red mantle over the Fields about St. Barnabas , and last in the Corn Lands till about the first ancient Feast of Ceres . The bright Scarlet Lychnis flowers about the 24th of June ; and hence a Poet who wrote Latin verses ...
... Poppies cast a red mantle over the Fields about St. Barnabas , and last in the Corn Lands till about the first ancient Feast of Ceres . The bright Scarlet Lychnis flowers about the 24th of June ; and hence a Poet who wrote Latin verses ...
Pàgina 41
... poppies , or garlic , and besides the monthly day that was set apart for their worship , their festivals were celebrated during the Saturnalia . Some have confounded the Lares and the Penates , but they were different . The disposition ...
... poppies , or garlic , and besides the monthly day that was set apart for their worship , their festivals were celebrated during the Saturnalia . Some have confounded the Lares and the Penates , but they were different . The disposition ...
Pàgina 106
... Poppy , Goatsbeards , and others : at this time , the fields are bespangled with the golden yellow of the Crowfoot ... Poppies , the Lilies and Roses , may be said to constitute the Solstitial Flora . As the year declines , the Aestival ...
... Poppy , Goatsbeards , and others : at this time , the fields are bespangled with the golden yellow of the Crowfoot ... Poppies , the Lilies and Roses , may be said to constitute the Solstitial Flora . As the year declines , the Aestival ...
Pàgina 108
... Poppies a sanguine mantle spread , For the blood of the Dragon St. Margaret shed . Then , under the wanton Rose , agen , That blushes for penitent Magdalen . Till Lammas Day , called August's Wheel , When the long Corn stinks of ...
... Poppies a sanguine mantle spread , For the blood of the Dragon St. Margaret shed . Then , under the wanton Rose , agen , That blushes for penitent Magdalen . Till Lammas Day , called August's Wheel , When the long Corn stinks of ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 206 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Pàgina 164 - There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Pàgina 120 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets : As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun, and the moist star, Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse...
Pàgina 172 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Pàgina 218 - Return, Alpheus; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Pàgina 231 - Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before...
Pàgina 190 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep : All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night.
Pàgina 51 - Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o
Pàgina 572 - 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.
Pàgina 641 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night ' That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide...