The moral of flowers [poems by R. Hey].

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Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, and J. Hatchard, 1833 - Flowers - 179 pages

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Page 77 - tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly, When summer's breath their masked buds discloses. But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unmoved, and unrespected fade : Die to themselves; sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made." It is this delightful quality in the rose which
Page 105 - I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren. How many things by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection.
Page 136 - those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep." " The yew,
Page 59 - Of nature's gifts thou may'st with lilies boast And with the half-blown rose." Thou of light heart and footstep free, Of open brow and eye of glee, What emblems shall I choose for thee From nature's store ? Whate'er is bright, whate'er is sweet, Yet fugitive withal, and fleet, These, these alas ! are emblems meet, Gay youth, of thee.
Page 136 - he experienced from this wild minstrelsy. Whilst listening to its varied cadences on a cloudy winter day, he remarks " it is my best season for devotion : my mind is wrapt up in a kind of enthusiasm to Him, who, in the pompous language of the Hebrew bard, ' walks on the wings of the wind'.
Page 135 - He shall be like the heath in the desert, and shall not see when good cometh ; but shall inhabit the parched places in the wilderness, in a. salt land and not inhabited.
Page 20 - There is a flower, a little flower, With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky. It smiles upon the lap of May, To sultry August spreads its charms, Lights pale October on his way, And twines December's arms.
Page i - Needs no show of mountain hoary, Winding shore, or deepening glen, Where the landscape in its glory, Teaches truth to wandering men : Give true hearts but earth and sky And some flowers to bloom and die, Homely scenes and simple views Lowly thoughts may best infuse.
Page 77 - 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
Page 79 - A single rose is shedding there Its lonely lustre meek and pale : It looks as planted by despair, So white, so faint, the slightest gale Might whirl the leaves on high : And yet, though storms and blight assail, And hands more rude than wintry sky May wring it from the stem in vain, To-morrow sees it bloom again.

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