Flora's Interpreter, Or, The American Book of Flowers and Sentiments |
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... answer is signified by returning a part of the flower . I cannot well particularize all the sources from which I have derived meterials for this little work . Making a book ( not writ- ing it , ) is somewhat like preparing a dinner ...
... answer is signified by returning a part of the flower . I cannot well particularize all the sources from which I have derived meterials for this little work . Making a book ( not writ- ing it , ) is somewhat like preparing a dinner ...
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... ANSWER . Go , kneel a worshipper at Nature's shrine ! For you her rivers flow , her hills arise ; For you her fields are green , and fair her skies ; And will you scorn them all , to pour your tame And heartless lays of forced or ...
... ANSWER . Go , kneel a worshipper at Nature's shrine ! For you her rivers flow , her hills arise ; For you her fields are green , and fair her skies ; And will you scorn them all , to pour your tame And heartless lays of forced or ...
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... ANSWER . Oh , knowest thou , dear one , of Woman's love , With its faith that woes more deeply prove , Its fondness wide as the limitless wave , And chainless by nought but the silent grave ; With devotion as humble as that which brings ...
... ANSWER . Oh , knowest thou , dear one , of Woman's love , With its faith that woes more deeply prove , Its fondness wide as the limitless wave , And chainless by nought but the silent grave ; With devotion as humble as that which brings ...
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... answers pulse with pulse . Then for the soul's own circle , never broken By the rude foot that tramples on the flowers Of all our best affections . Grenville Mellen . ANSWER . ' Where'er thou journeyest , or whate'er thy care , My heart ...
... answers pulse with pulse . Then for the soul's own circle , never broken By the rude foot that tramples on the flowers Of all our best affections . Grenville Mellen . ANSWER . ' Where'er thou journeyest , or whate'er thy care , My heart ...
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... ANSWER . -It is wonderful , That man should hold himself so haughtily , And talk of an immortal name , and feed His proud ambition with such daring hopes As creatures of a more eternal nature Alone should form . Willis : Percival . Box ...
... ANSWER . -It is wonderful , That man should hold himself so haughtily , And talk of an immortal name , and feed His proud ambition with such daring hopes As creatures of a more eternal nature Alone should form . Willis : Percival . Box ...
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Anon ANSWER Barry Cornwall beams beauty Bernard Barton bloom blossoms blue blush bosom bowers breath bright brow buds calyx charm cheek Class 19 Class 21 clouds cold color crimson dark Darwin deep Dianthus dreams earth Europe fade fair feeling Flora's Flow Flowers white found in Europe fragrant gentle genus GERANIUM Gisborne glow golden grace hath heaven hope hour India indigenous J. G. Whittier L. P. Smith leaf leaves life's light Lily lonely look love thee Love's loveliness morning mountain Native never North America o'er Order 13 pale Percival perfume pink pistils plant pure purple Rosa Rosa alba Rosa damascena rose SENTIMENT shade shadows shine Siberia skies sleep smile sorrow soul species spirit spring stamens star stem summer sweet tears tender thou art thoughts thy heart Token tree Umbels violet weary wild Willis yellow York Mirror young youth
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Page 251 - And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear, cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade, and glen. And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill; The south wind searches for the...
Page 251 - In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief : Yet not unmeet it was that one, like that young friend of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.
Page 17 - The eternal regions. Lowly reverent Towards either throne they bow, and to the ground With solemn adoration down they cast Their crowns inwove with amarant and gold : Immortal amarant, a flower which once In Paradise, fast by the Tree of Life, Began to bloom...
Page 17 - Celestial voices Hymn it unto our souls : according harps, By angel fingers touched when the mild stars Of morning sang together, sound forth still The song of our great immortality...
Page 96 - Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh, my latest sigh Will not be life's but hers. I...
Page 251 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere, Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young...
Page 157 - OH, fairest of the rural maids ! Thy birth was in the forest shades ; Green boughs, and glimpses of the sky, Were all that met thine infant eye. Thy sports, thy wanderings, when a child, Were ever in the sylvan wild ; And all the beauty of the place Is in thy heart and on thy face. The twilight of the trees and rocks Is in the light shade of thy locks ; Thy step is as the wind, that weaves Its playful way among the leaves.
Page 251 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood ? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Page 251 - The wind-flower and the violet, they perished long ago ; And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood. And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear, cold heaven, as falls the plague on men.
Page 233 - As that the sweet-brier yields it ; and the shower Wets not a rose that buds in beauty's bower One half so lovely ; yet it grows along The poor girl's pathway, by the poor man's door. Such are the simple folks it dwells among; And humble as the bud, so humble be the song.