Garden Walks with the PoetsG.P. Putman, 1852 - 340 pages |
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... Summer Fly 218 well to the Flowers . 272 ged Gentian . 274 June ng Autumn 275 Jeune Fille et Jeune Fleur of December 294 of January 318 ndship Flower 323 ver found in a Chest of ea . Little Red Riding Hood 330 Legends of Flowers Late ...
... Summer Fly 218 well to the Flowers . 272 ged Gentian . 274 June ng Autumn 275 Jeune Fille et Jeune Fleur of December 294 of January 318 ndship Flower 323 ver found in a Chest of ea . Little Red Riding Hood 330 Legends of Flowers Late ...
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... Summer 121 • Sweet Brier 80 Origin of Dimples Ode to Evening October 116 Sur la Mort d'une Jeune Fille 146 164 Song of the Flower Angels 257 Star and Water - Lily 160 169 lowers 229 Voice of the Grass Day in Autumn 233.
... Summer 121 • Sweet Brier 80 Origin of Dimples Ode to Evening October 116 Sur la Mort d'une Jeune Fille 146 164 Song of the Flower Angels 257 Star and Water - Lily 160 169 lowers 229 Voice of the Grass Day in Autumn 233.
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... Summer's joys are spoilt by use , And the enjoying of the spring Fades as does its blossoming : Autumn's red - lipped fruitage too , Blushing through the mist and dew , 10 KEATS . Cloys with tasting : what do then 1 *
... Summer's joys are spoilt by use , And the enjoying of the spring Fades as does its blossoming : Autumn's red - lipped fruitage too , Blushing through the mist and dew , 10 KEATS . Cloys with tasting : what do then 1 *
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... summer weather ; All the buds and bells of May , From dewy sward or thorny spray , All the heaped Autumn's wealth , With a still , mysterious stealth ; She will mix these pleasures up Like three fit wines in a cup , And thou shalt quaff ...
... summer weather ; All the buds and bells of May , From dewy sward or thorny spray , All the heaped Autumn's wealth , With a still , mysterious stealth ; She will mix these pleasures up Like three fit wines in a cup , And thou shalt quaff ...
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... summer's day ; Sweet nurslings thou art wont to feed with dew From out thy urns , replenished in the blue.— But this is idlesse all ! -away ! away ! White - handed maids , and scatter buds around , And let the lutes awake and tabours ...
... summer's day ; Sweet nurslings thou art wont to feed with dew From out thy urns , replenished in the blue.— But this is idlesse all ! -away ! away ! White - handed maids , and scatter buds around , And let the lutes awake and tabours ...
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angels Anon Autumn Barry Cornwall beauty beneath blessed bloom blossoms blow blue boughs bowers breast breath breeze bright buds Buttercups charms cheer child clouds Countess of Winchelsea creeping daisies dear delight doth dream earth Elizabeth Barrett Browning eyes fade fair fairy fancy FLOWER ANGELS flowers fly away home fragrant garden gaze gentle glad glory glowing golden golden air green happy Hartley Coleridge hast hath heart heaven Heigh hills holy idlesse Jeune leaf leaves Leigh Hunt light Lily lips lonely look Mary Howitt merry morning Nature's night o'er ODE ON MELANCHOLY perfume pleasant pleasure pride rain Robert Herrick rose round SARAH ROBERTS shade shining showers sigh silent sing skies smile snow soft song soul spirit Spring star stream Summer sunny sweet tears thee thine thing thou art thought tree violets whisper wild winds wings
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Page 168 - Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes, — So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name.
Page 128 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, •An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Page 241 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Page 42 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness: The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds and other seas, Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Page 167 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit, As, musing slow, I hail Thy genial, loved return ! For when thy folding star — arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant hours, and elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge. And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still, The pensive pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car, Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene, Or find some ruin...
Page 129 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
Page 20 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
Page 254 - Then wherefore, wherefore were they made, All dyed with rainbow light, All fashioned with supremest grace Upspringing day and night : — Springing in valleys green and low. And on the mountains high, And in the silent wilderness Where no man passes by...
Page 178 - And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath, But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth A vengeful canker eat him up to death. More flowers I noted, yet I none could see But sweet or colour it had stolen from thee.
Page 178 - 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.