The Romance of Nature, Or, The Flower-seasons Illustrated |
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... - e'en when each shrunken leaf Bore not a semblance to the thing it was , And the soft fragrance that had once been there Had changed from sweet to noisome - and , e'en B 2 3 As I have often done, high in the love ...
... - e'en when each shrunken leaf Bore not a semblance to the thing it was , And the soft fragrance that had once been there Had changed from sweet to noisome - and , e'en B 2 3 As I have often done, high in the love ...
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... soft rain — and whom the dew Delights to deck with her enclustered gems , Which each , reflecting the soft tint it lights , Gains , while it gives , new beauty . Oh ! -they're fair ! Most wonderful and lovely are they all , - From our ...
... soft rain — and whom the dew Delights to deck with her enclustered gems , Which each , reflecting the soft tint it lights , Gains , while it gives , new beauty . Oh ! -they're fair ! Most wonderful and lovely are they all , - From our ...
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... soft winds , so clear , CHAUCER . That dance upon the leaves , and make them sing Gentle love - lays to the Spring , Gilding all the vales below With your verdure as ye blow ; Raise these forms from under ground , With a soft and happy ...
... soft winds , so clear , CHAUCER . That dance upon the leaves , and make them sing Gentle love - lays to the Spring , Gilding all the vales below With your verdure as ye blow ; Raise these forms from under ground , With a soft and happy ...
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... glad will the bright earth be When Winter retreats , and thou art free , Floating around us on fragrant wing , And gemmed with soft dew - drops - thou fair young Spring ! FRIENDS IN WINTER . THE SNOW - DROP , CROCUS 14.
... glad will the bright earth be When Winter retreats , and thou art free , Floating around us on fragrant wing , And gemmed with soft dew - drops - thou fair young Spring ! FRIENDS IN WINTER . THE SNOW - DROP , CROCUS 14.
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... soft perfume , That I could deem ' twas incense , gently flung Before thy beauty's shrine by some fair sprite Enamoured of thy maiden loveliness . The hyacinth and violet entwined Have scarce so sweet an odour . Thanks , my Flower , My ...
... soft perfume , That I could deem ' twas incense , gently flung Before thy beauty's shrine by some fair sprite Enamoured of thy maiden loveliness . The hyacinth and violet entwined Have scarce so sweet an odour . Thanks , my Flower , My ...
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
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 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...