The Language of Flowers: The Floral Offering: a Token of Affection and Esteem; Comprising the Language and Poetry of Flowers ...H.C. Peck & Theo. Bliss., 1852 - 300 psl. |
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... played , By the household tree through which thine eye First looked in love to the summer sky ; By the dewy gleam , by the very breath Of the Primrose - tufts in the grass beneath , Upon thy heart there is laid a spell , Holy and ...
... played , By the household tree through which thine eye First looked in love to the summer sky ; By the dewy gleam , by the very breath Of the Primrose - tufts in the grass beneath , Upon thy heart there is laid a spell , Holy and ...
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... play ! No sense have they of ills to come , No care beyond to - day . Yet see how all around them wait , The ministers of human fate , And black misfortune's baleful train , Ah ! show them where in ambush stand , To seize their prey ...
... play ! No sense have they of ills to come , No care beyond to - day . Yet see how all around them wait , The ministers of human fate , And black misfortune's baleful train , Ah ! show them where in ambush stand , To seize their prey ...
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... play my part ; And when I weep , she says tears are but water ; And when I sigh , she says I know the art ; And when I wail , she turns herself to laughter ; So do I weep and wail , and plead in vain , While she as steel and flint doth ...
... play my part ; And when I weep , she says tears are but water ; And when I sigh , she says I know the art ; And when I wail , she turns herself to laughter ; So do I weep and wail , and plead in vain , While she as steel and flint doth ...
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... play , Nor have we gathered any flowers . Time , who looked on , each accent caught , And said , " He is too young for thought . " YOUTH . To - night , beside the garden - gate ? Oh , what a while the night is coming ! I never saw the ...
... play , Nor have we gathered any flowers . Time , who looked on , each accent caught , And said , " He is too young for thought . " YOUTH . To - night , beside the garden - gate ? Oh , what a while the night is coming ! I never saw the ...
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... play With kindred gladness : And when , at dark , by dews opprest , Thou sink'st , the image of thy rest Hath often eased my pensive breast Of careful sadness . Wordsworth . She dwells amid the world's dark ways , Pure as Daisy . 39.
... play With kindred gladness : And when , at dark , by dews opprest , Thou sink'st , the image of thy rest Hath often eased my pensive breast Of careful sadness . Wordsworth . She dwells amid the world's dark ways , Pure as Daisy . 39.
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The Language of Flowers– The Floral Offering : a Token of Affection and ... Henrietta Dumont Visos knygos peržiūra - 1856 |
The Language of Flowers– The Floral Offering: a Token of Affection and ... Henrietta Dumont Visos knygos peržiūra - 1852 |
The Language of Flowers– The Floral Offering: a Token of Affection and ... Henrietta Dumont Visos knygos peržiūra - 1853 |
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Amaranth ancient Anon Attic style Barry Cornwall beauty beneath bloom blossoms blue bosom bower breast breath bright bright desert brow buds Burns Byron Castle Bromwich Hall charms cheek cloud cold Daisies dark deep doth dream e'en earth emblem fair fancy fear feel flowers forest Forget-me-not fragrance friends gaze gentle glade golden grace green grief grow hath heart heaven hope hour immortal Joanna Baillie John Fountain lady leaves light Lily lips live lonely look Louisa love's MacKellar Madame de Staël Mignonette mind morning Moss Narcissus ne'er never night o'er peep Peerbold Peneus Percival perfume plant purple Reindeer Reseda odorata rose round Shakspeare shine sigh sing sleep smile Snowdrop sorrow soul spirit spring stars stream sweet tears thine things thou art thought tree Twamley Twas unto Vervain weep White Poppy wild wood yellow young youth
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