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... , Obscure and unobserved ; While every bleaching breeze that on her blows , Chastens her spotless purity of breast , And hardens her to bear Serene the ills of life . To Daffodils . Robert Herrick . AIR Daffodils , we.
... , Obscure and unobserved ; While every bleaching breeze that on her blows , Chastens her spotless purity of breast , And hardens her to bear Serene the ills of life . To Daffodils . Robert Herrick . AIR Daffodils , we.
Page 91
... Buttercups and Daisies Are these human flowers ! He who gave them hardship , And a life of care , Gave them likewise hardy strength , And patient hearts to bear . 91 Speaking to our hearts of Him Who doeth all things.
... Buttercups and Daisies Are these human flowers ! He who gave them hardship , And a life of care , Gave them likewise hardy strength , And patient hearts to bear . 91 Speaking to our hearts of Him Who doeth all things.
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... bear the red , and white , and blue . Now in a banner , fair to see , The hues are twined in Trinity , Red , and white , and blue : The red and white , like flowers of light , And stars , as seeds , the blue bedight ; And o'er the world ...
... bear the red , and white , and blue . Now in a banner , fair to see , The hues are twined in Trinity , Red , and white , and blue : The red and white , like flowers of light , And stars , as seeds , the blue bedight ; And o'er the world ...
Page 168
... bear sweet sleep , To those who weep , And lie on their eyelids dark and deep . Tread not thou on my snaky eyes ! I am the worm that the weary prize , The Nile's soft asp , That they strive to grasp , And one that a Queen has loved to ...
... bear sweet sleep , To those who weep , And lie on their eyelids dark and deep . Tread not thou on my snaky eyes ! I am the worm that the weary prize , The Nile's soft asp , That they strive to grasp , And one that a Queen has loved to ...
Page 187
... my warbling tongue ; And bear the mourner on my viewless wings ; I bid the hymnless churl my anthem learn , And God adore ; I call the worldling from his dross to turn , And sing and soar . 187 188 ANONYMOUS . " Not to myself alone , "
... my warbling tongue ; And bear the mourner on my viewless wings ; I bid the hymnless churl my anthem learn , And God adore ; I call the worldling from his dross to turn , And sing and soar . 187 188 ANONYMOUS . " Not to myself alone , "
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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.