The Romance of Nature, Or, The Flower-seasons IllustratedCharles Tilt, 1836 - 253 pages |
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... poems from a volume published by Mr. Tilt a few months ago . * I trust to be forgiven for their insertion here , they having been originally written for the present work , which I have had in contemplation several years . My first ...
... poems from a volume published by Mr. Tilt a few months ago . * I trust to be forgiven for their insertion here , they having been originally written for the present work , which I have had in contemplation several years . My first ...
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... POEMS . FLOWERS - INTRODUCTORY Song of. Autumn or Saffron Crocus Tiger Lily Strawberry Tree · Colchicum Autumnale . Lilium Tigrinum . Arbutus unedo . Blackberries Haws Hips Berries of the Woody Nightshade . Rubus fruticosus . Crataegus ...
... POEMS . FLOWERS - INTRODUCTORY Song of. Autumn or Saffron Crocus Tiger Lily Strawberry Tree · Colchicum Autumnale . Lilium Tigrinum . Arbutus unedo . Blackberries Haws Hips Berries of the Woody Nightshade . Rubus fruticosus . Crataegus ...
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Mrs. Charles Meredith. INDEX TO ORIGINAL POEMS . FLOWERS - INTRODUCTORY Song of the Flowers SPRING . Spring and Spring Flowers Friends in Winter The Fairy - Fire To a Narcissus , in January The Christmas Violet The May - Morn Bouquet ...
Mrs. Charles Meredith. INDEX TO ORIGINAL POEMS . FLOWERS - INTRODUCTORY Song of the Flowers SPRING . Spring and Spring Flowers Friends in Winter The Fairy - Fire To a Narcissus , in January The Christmas Violet The May - Morn Bouquet ...
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... Poems by L. A. TWAMLEY . " AND are they not the stars of earth ? Doth not Our memory of their bright and varied forms Wind back to childhood's days of guileless sport , When these familiar friends of later years " A beauty and a mystery ...
... Poems by L. A. TWAMLEY . " AND are they not the stars of earth ? Doth not Our memory of their bright and varied forms Wind back to childhood's days of guileless sport , When these familiar friends of later years " A beauty and a mystery ...
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... motto . I can only say such charge were unjust , as " The Fairies ' Fire " had been written many months , when , in reading some old poems , the lines in Edwards struck me as appropriate . 5 TOON 000 00 To melt away the snow . 16.
... motto . I can only say such charge were unjust , as " The Fairies ' Fire " had been written many months , when , in reading some old poems , the lines in Edwards struck me as appropriate . 5 TOON 000 00 To melt away the snow . 16.
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Page 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.
Page 23 - 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.
Page 44 - 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...
Page 138 - 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.
Page 154 - 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.
Page 52 - 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.
Page 145 - 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.
Page 136 - 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.
Page 60 - 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.
Page 74 - 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.