Perennial FlowersMunroe and Francis, 1843 - 172 psl. |
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... close Jewels more rich than Ormus shows . He makes the figs our mouths to meet , And throws the melons at our feet ; But apples plants of such a price , No tree could ever bear them twice . With cedars , chosen by his hand From Lebanon ...
... close Jewels more rich than Ormus shows . He makes the figs our mouths to meet , And throws the melons at our feet ; But apples plants of such a price , No tree could ever bear them twice . With cedars , chosen by his hand From Lebanon ...
43 psl.
... . From numberless vast trunks Loosened , the crushing ice shall make a sound Like the far roar of rivers , and the eve Shall close o'er the brown woods as it was wont . BRYANT . WHY SHINE THE STARS ? Now came still evening on 43.
... . From numberless vast trunks Loosened , the crushing ice shall make a sound Like the far roar of rivers , and the eve Shall close o'er the brown woods as it was wont . BRYANT . WHY SHINE THE STARS ? Now came still evening on 43.
52 psl.
... close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The blackening trains of crows to their repose ; The toil - worn cotter frae his labor goes , This night his weekly moil is at an end , Collects his spades , his mattocks and his hoes ...
... close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The blackening trains of crows to their repose ; The toil - worn cotter frae his labor goes , This night his weekly moil is at an end , Collects his spades , his mattocks and his hoes ...
63 psl.
... close o'er its sacred trust , But goodness dies not in the dust ; Thee , O my Sister , ' tis not thee Beneath the coffin's lid I see ; Thou to a fairer land art gone ; There , let me hope , my journey done , To see thee still ! SPRAGUE ...
... close o'er its sacred trust , But goodness dies not in the dust ; Thee , O my Sister , ' tis not thee Beneath the coffin's lid I see ; Thou to a fairer land art gone ; There , let me hope , my journey done , To see thee still ! SPRAGUE ...
82 psl.
... close the peace of Sabbath brings the rise and set of sun ; The mother through her lowly door looks forth unto the green , Yet the shadow of the shepherdess is nowhere to be seen . - Within her loving bosom stirs one faint throb of fear ...
... close the peace of Sabbath brings the rise and set of sun ; The mother through her lowly door looks forth unto the green , Yet the shadow of the shepherdess is nowhere to be seen . - Within her loving bosom stirs one faint throb of fear ...
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amaranthine ANCIENT GREECE ANDREW MARVELL angel art thou beams beautiful bends beneath birds BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE blessed bloom breast breath bright brow bucket cheek child clouds dark dear death deep didst dost dream DYING SWAN e'en earth eyes face fair Fairy father flowers forest FRINGED GENTIAN gaze gentle glad gleam glide glow grave green hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy hour kiss land leaves light lonely look MARY HOWITT moon morning mother mountain murmur ne'er night nursling o'er old oaken bucket pilgrim play prayer rest rill roam rose round Sabbath shade shed shine sight silent singing sleep smile snow song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars sweet SWEET AUBURN SWEET DAY tears thee thine thou art thoughts toil tree Twas unto voice wandering waves whispered wild wind WIND-FLOWER woods WORDSWORTH
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