Perennial FlowersMunroe and Francis, 1843 - 172 psl. |
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... growing amid the each little grass and lichen is a silent memen- frost ; to . The first bird of spring , and the last rose of summer ; the grandeur and the dulness of evening and morning ; the rain , the dew , the sunshine ; the stars ...
... growing amid the each little grass and lichen is a silent memen- frost ; to . The first bird of spring , and the last rose of summer ; the grandeur and the dulness of evening and morning ; the rain , the dew , the sunshine ; the stars ...
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... own tear , Because so long divided from its sphere . Restless it rolls and insecure , Trembling lest it grow impure , Till the warm sun pities its pain , And to the skies exhales it back again . So the soul , that drop , that ray , 27.
... own tear , Because so long divided from its sphere . Restless it rolls and insecure , Trembling lest it grow impure , Till the warm sun pities its pain , And to the skies exhales it back again . So the soul , that drop , that ray , 27.
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THE HAPPINESS OF ANIMALS . * The timorous hare , Grown so familiar with her frequent guest , Scarce shuns me ; and the stock - dove unalarmed Sits cooing in the pine tree , nor suspends His long love - ditty for my near approach . Drawn ...
THE HAPPINESS OF ANIMALS . * The timorous hare , Grown so familiar with her frequent guest , Scarce shuns me ; and the stock - dove unalarmed Sits cooing in the pine tree , nor suspends His long love - ditty for my near approach . Drawn ...
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... growing . I stood to hear - I love it well- - The rain's continuous sound ; Small drops , but thick and fast , they fell Down straight into the ground . For leafy thickness is not yet Earth's naked breast to screen , Though every ...
... growing . I stood to hear - I love it well- - The rain's continuous sound ; Small drops , but thick and fast , they fell Down straight into the ground . For leafy thickness is not yet Earth's naked breast to screen , Though every ...
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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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