Gathered Flowers: Chiefly from the Works of the British PoetsHamilton, Adams, & Company, ... Liverpool: D. Marples., 1832 - 179 psl. |
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... , 1803 . ODOURS of spring , my sense ye charm With fragrance premature ; And , ' mid these days of dark alarm , Almost to hope allure . Methinks with purpose soft ye come To tell of brighter 14 Mezereon Daphne Mezereum.
... , 1803 . ODOURS of spring , my sense ye charm With fragrance premature ; And , ' mid these days of dark alarm , Almost to hope allure . Methinks with purpose soft ye come To tell of brighter 14 Mezereon Daphne Mezereum.
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... charms no more . No , no , this anguish cannot last ! Beloved friends , adieu ! The bitterness of death were past , Could I resign but you . Oh ye ! who soothe the pangs of death With love's own patient care , Still , still retain this ...
... charms no more . No , no , this anguish cannot last ! Beloved friends , adieu ! The bitterness of death were past , Could I resign but you . Oh ye ! who soothe the pangs of death With love's own patient care , Still , still retain this ...
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... charms thy velvet folds display , ' T is the soft image of some beaming mind , By grace adorned , by elegance refined , That o'er my heart thus holds its silent sway . W. ROSCOE . SONNET . As Venus wandered ' midst the Idalian bower c 2 17.
... charms thy velvet folds display , ' T is the soft image of some beaming mind , By grace adorned , by elegance refined , That o'er my heart thus holds its silent sway . W. ROSCOE . SONNET . As Venus wandered ' midst the Idalian bower c 2 17.
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... charms abound , No honeyed sweetness to repair The languid waste of life is found . An aged bee , whose labours led To these fair springs and meads of gold , His feeble wing , his drooping head Beheld , and pitied to behold . " Fly ...
... charms abound , No honeyed sweetness to repair The languid waste of life is found . An aged bee , whose labours led To these fair springs and meads of gold , His feeble wing , his drooping head Beheld , and pitied to behold . " Fly ...
59 psl.
... charms , Lights pale October on his way , And twines December's arms . The purple heath , and golden broom , On moory mountains catch the gale , O'er lawns the lily sheds perfume , The violet in the vale . But this bold floweret climbs ...
... charms , Lights pale October on his way , And twines December's arms . The purple heath , and golden broom , On moory mountains catch the gale , O'er lawns the lily sheds perfume , The violet in the vale . But this bold floweret climbs ...
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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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