 mid the general hush, A sweet air lifts the little bough Lone whispering through the bush. The primrose to the grave is gone, The hawthorn flower is dead ; The violet by the mossed gray stone Hath laid her weary head.  The Poetical Works of Ebenezer Elliott - Pàgina 135per Ebenezer Elliott - 1840 - 179 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Ebenezer Elliott - 1835 - 306 pàgines
...feel how fair, Amid all beauty beautiful, Thy tender blossoms are ! How delicate thy gauzy frill ! How rich thy branchy stem ! How soft thy voice, when...hawthorn flower is dead ; The violet by the moss'd grey stone Hath laid her weary head ; But thou, wild bramble ! back dost bring, In all their beateous... | |
 | Ebenezer Elliott - 1835 - 310 pàgines
...feel how fair, Amid all beauty beautiful, Thy tender blossoms are ! How delicate thy gauzy frill ! How rich thy branchy stem ! How soft thy voice, when...hawthorn flower is dead ; The violet by the moss'd grey stone Hath laid her weary head ; But thou, wild bramble ! back dost bring, In all their beateous... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 pàgines
...feel how fair, Amid all beauty beautiful, Thy tender blossoms are ! How delicate thy gauzy frill ! How rich thy branchy stem ! How soft thy voice, when...hawthorn flower is dead ; The violet by the moss'd grey stone Hath laid her weary head ; But thou, wild bramble ! back dost bring, In all their beauteous... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 pàgines
...all beauty beautiful, Thy tender blossoms are ! How delicate thy gauzy frill ! How rich thy branehy stem ! How soft thy voice, when woods are still, And...hawthorn flower is dead ; The violet by the moss'd grey stone Hath laid her weary head ; But thou, wild bramble ! back dost bring, In all their beauteous... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 pàgines
...slow, And 'mid the general hush, A sweet air lifts the little hough, Lone whispering through the hush ! The primrose to the grave is gone ; The hawthorn flower is dead ; The violet hy the moss'd grey stone Hath laid her weary head ; But thou, wild hramhle ! back dost hring. In all... | |
 | 1844 - 276 pàgines
...feel how fair, Amid all beauty beautiful, Thy tender blossoms are ! How delicate thy gauzy frill ! How rich thy branchy stem ! How soft thy voice, when...hawthorn flower is dead ; The violet by the moss'd grey stone Hath laid her weary head ; But thou, wild bramble ! back dost bring, In all their beauteous... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1845 - 846 pàgines
...feel how fair, Amid all beauty beautiful, Thy tender blossoms are ! How delicate thy gauzy frill ! How rich thy branchy stem ! How soft thy voice when...; The hawthorn flower is dead ; The violet by the mossed gray stone Hath laid her weary head ; But thou, wild bramble! hack dost bring, In all their... | |
 | Gift book - 1846 - 302 pàgines
...Thy tender blossoms are ! How delicate thy gauzy frill ! How soft thy voice when woods are still ! The primrose to the grave is gone ; The hawthorn flower is dead ; The violet by the moss'd gray stone Has laid her weary head ; , But thou, mild bramble ! back dost bring In all their beauteous power,... | |
 | George Frederick Pardon - 1840 - 274 pàgines
...feel how fair, Amid all beauty beautiful, Thy tender blossoms are ! How delicate thy gauzy frill ! How rich thy branchy stem ! How soft thy voice when...; The hawthorn flower is dead ; The violet by the moss gray stone Hath laid her weary head ; But thou, wild bramble ! back dost bring, In all their beauteous... | |
 | Spring flowers, S. P. - 1849 - 178 pàgines
...thou sing'st hymns to them ; While silent showers are falling slow, And, 'mid the general hush, A soft air lifts the little bough, Lone whispering through...gone, The hawthorn flower is dead ; The violet by the nioss'd grey stone, Has laid her weary head. But thou, wild bramble ! back dost bring In all their... | |
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