Gathered Flowers: Chiefly from the Works of the British PoetsHamilton, Adams, & Company, ... Liverpool: D. Marples., 1832 - 179 psl. |
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... busy eye , Of every flower and herb there set in order ; Now this , now that he tasteth tenderly , Yet none of them he rudely doth disorder , Ne with his feet their silken leaves deface , But pastures on the pleasures of each place ...
... busy eye , Of every flower and herb there set in order ; Now this , now that he tasteth tenderly , Yet none of them he rudely doth disorder , Ne with his feet their silken leaves deface , But pastures on the pleasures of each place ...
113 psl.
... busy vagrant lies ! His thin - wrought plume , his downy breast , The ambrosial gold that swells his thighs ! Regardless , whilst we wander near , Thrifty of time , his task he plies ; Or sees he no intruder near , And rests in sleep ...
... busy vagrant lies ! His thin - wrought plume , his downy breast , The ambrosial gold that swells his thighs ! Regardless , whilst we wander near , Thrifty of time , his task he plies ; Or sees he no intruder near , And rests in sleep ...
150 psl.
... busy thought around No thought of them ; in all the bounteous sky No drop , for them , of kindly influence found . Man's portion is to die , and rise again - Yet he complains , while these unmurmuring part With their sweet lives , as ...
... busy thought around No thought of them ; in all the bounteous sky No drop , for them , of kindly influence found . Man's portion is to die , and rise again - Yet he complains , while these unmurmuring part With their sweet lives , as ...
174 psl.
... , That which will closest and longest cling , Is alone worth a serious thought ! Should aught be unlovely , which thus can shed Grace on the dying , and leaves on the dead ? BERNARD BARTON . THOU wert alive , thou busy , busy bee ! 174.
... , That which will closest and longest cling , Is alone worth a serious thought ! Should aught be unlovely , which thus can shed Grace on the dying , and leaves on the dead ? BERNARD BARTON . THOU wert alive , thou busy , busy bee ! 174.
175 psl.
... busy , busy bee ! Thou wert working late , thou busy , busy bee ! After the fall of the cistus flower ; I saw thee last , as I heard thee first , When the primrose - tree blossom was ready to burst ; In the coolness of the evening hour ...
... busy , busy bee ! Thou wert working late , thou busy , busy bee ! After the fall of the cistus flower ; I saw thee last , as I heard thee first , When the primrose - tree blossom was ready to burst ; In the coolness of the evening hour ...
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Gathered Flowers– Chiefly from the Works of the British Poets (1832) David Marples Peržiūra negalima - 2009 |
Gathered Flowers– Chiefly from the Works of the British Poets (1832) David Marples Peržiūra negalima - 2009 |
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ALAMANNI Anemone Autumn beauteous beauty beneath bird bloom blossoms blow blue bosom bower breast breath breeze bright Bring flowers buds Calendula Officinalis Carnation CHARLOTTE SMITH charms Class Pentandria County Guy Cowslip crimson crimson glory CYMBELINE Daisy dear decay deck delight dewy doth drooping elegant fade fair fairest fairy fior fragrance gale garden glow golden grace green Hare-bell hath Hawthorn head heart Heath Helianthus Annuus hour humble LANGHORNE leaves Lily live lonely Lonicera Periclymenum LORENZO DE MEDICI love's Marygold MEZEREON MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM morning Myrtle native Nature's night o'er odours Ophrys Apifera Order Monogynia pale perfume Pilewort plant Polyandria Poppy pride Primrose purple queen rich rise Rosa Rose round scent shade shed shining shower sigh smiling soft SONG sorrow spring summer sweet tear tender thee thine tree vale vernal violet virgin wander wild winter WINTER'S TALE wood Woodbine
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