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Anemone beauteous beauty bells bending beneath bloom blossoms blows blue blushing bosom bower breast breath breeze bright Bring flowers CAROLINE BOWLES charms CHRISTMAS ROSE colours corolla crimson glory daisies decay deck dewy DOG ROSE drooping earth fade fair fairy fleur Foxglove fragrance gale garden glowing grace green Harebell hath heart heartsease hour JASMINE leaf leaves lily little English flower little hour lonely LORENZO DE MEDICI lowly modest Monogynia morning morocco Narcissus native nature Nature's nosegay o'er odours pale perfume petals plant pride Primrose purple rich root Rosa Rose round saloop scent shade shed shining sigh Sir James Smith skies sleep smell smile soft spread Spring summer sunny sweetest tears tender thee thine thou art thought tints tomb tree vale vernal Viola tricolor violet wall-flower wild winds wing winter withering yellow ZEDOARY zephyrs
109 ページ - I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, — Before, milk-white; now, purple with love's wound ; And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
133 ページ - mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, "When upward-springing, blythe, to greet, The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth ; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flowers our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield ; But thou, beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field Unseen, alane.
80 ページ - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
140 ページ - Though long before thy hand they touch, I know that they must wither'd be, But yet reject them not as such; For I have cherish'd them as dear, Because they yet may meet thine eye, And guide thy soul to mine even here, When thou beholdst them drooping nigh, And knowst them gather'd by the Rhine, And offer'd from my heart to thine!
82 ページ - tis budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears ; The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears. O wilding rose, whom fancy thus endears, I bid your blossoms in my bonnet wave, Emblem of hope and love through future years...
134 ページ - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, 'Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er ! Such fate to suffering worth is...
173 ページ - Though they smile in vain for what once was ours, They are love's last gift — bring ye flowers, pale flowers ! Bring flowers to the shrine where we kneel in prayer, They are nature's offering, their place is there ! They speak of hope to the fainting heart, With a voice of promise they come and part, They sleep in dust through the wintry hours, They break forth in glory — bring flowers, bright flowers ! THE CRUSADER'S RETURN. "Alas! the mother that him bare, If she had been in presence there,...