Lillies and Violets: Or Thoughts in Prose and Verse, on the True Graces of Maidenhood |
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Lillies and Violets: Or Thoughts in Prose and Verse, on the True Graces of ... Rosalie Bell No preview available - 2016 |
Lilies and Violets, Or, Thoughts in Prose and Verse, on the True Graces of ... Rosalie Bell No preview available - 2015 |
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Abbé affection Alessandro ANDALUSIA angels beauty Bessy Bell blessing bliss bloom blossoms bosom bower breast breath bright brow Bruce buds charm cheek child cold dark daughter dear death delight divine Dora doth dreams e'en earth earthly eternal eyes fade fair father fear feel Felicia Hemans flowers gaze gentle glory glowing grace guitar hand happy hath heart heaven heavenly Helena Henry William Herbert holy hope hour human innocent intellectual Ivermore James Thomson kisses of heaven life's light lily look Lydia Lynedoch Madame de Staël maiden marble live marriage mind morning mother nature never night o'er Owen Feltham passed passions peace pleasure poetry pure ROSALIE BELL rose sacramental union shining sigh smile soft song sorrow soul spirit star sweet tears thee thine things Thomas Hood thou thought true truth VIOLET virtue voice weeping wisdom woman young youth
Popular passages
Page 64 - Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retir'd ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be dcsir'd, And not blush so to be admir'd. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee : How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair
Page 298 - be, Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear. A lily of a day Is fairer far in May. Although it fall and die that night, It was the plant and flower of light! In small proportions we just beauties see , And in short measures life may perfect be. ON A
Page 286 - out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed ; — she had Another morn than ours.
Page 372 - cut of all," yet Lydia did not betray the keen anguish of the inflicted wound. Duty, to her, had suddenly become a " stern lawgiver;" and though she might have exclaimed, •' Flowers laugh before thee on their beds, And fragrance in thy footing treads,
Page 87 - not the infirmities of that period, would, with equal sincerity and rapture, exclaim— " I care not, Fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face: You cannot
Page 278 - had changed: Love, by harsh evidence, Thrown from its eminence, Even God's providence Seeming estranged. Where the lamps quiver So far in the river With many a light, From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless, by night. The bleak wind of March
Page 61 - not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last. What, were ye born to be An hour or half s delight, And so to bid good night ? 'Twas pity nature brought you forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite.
Page 82 - day! so" cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. Sweet rose ! whose hue, angry and brave,
Page 368 - shall to-day provide Let me as a child receive ; What to-morrow may betide, Calmly to thy wisdom leave. 'Tis enough that Thou wilt care ; Why should I the burden bear ? "As a little child relies On a care beyond its own,—
Page 55 - perceive no more, Deafened by the cataract's roar ? 0, thou child of many prayers! Life hath quicksands—Life hath snares! Care and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rising into noon, May glides onward into June. Childhood is the bough where slumbered Birds and blossoms many-numbered ; Age, that