Perennial FlowersMunroe and Francis, 1843 - 172 psl. |
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... morning ; the rain , the dew , the sunshine ; the stars that come out to watch over the farmer's ri- sing corn ; the birds that nestle contentedly , - all these have a religious significance to a thinking soul . Each violet blooms of ...
... morning ; the rain , the dew , the sunshine ; the stars that come out to watch over the farmer's ri- sing corn ; the birds that nestle contentedly , - all these have a religious significance to a thinking soul . Each violet blooms of ...
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... , From the lofty elder tree ! Through the calm and frosty air Of this morning , bright and fair , Eddying round and round , they sink Softly , slowly ; one might think , From the motions that are made , Every little leaf 30.
... , From the lofty elder tree ! Through the calm and frosty air Of this morning , bright and fair , Eddying round and round , they sink Softly , slowly ; one might think , From the motions that are made , Every little leaf 30.
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... morning sky ; And often , as the playful breeze waved back thy shining hair , Thy cheek displayed the red - rose tint that health had painted there . And then in all my thoughtfulness , I could not but rejoice ' To hear upon the morning ...
... morning sky ; And often , as the playful breeze waved back thy shining hair , Thy cheek displayed the red - rose tint that health had painted there . And then in all my thoughtfulness , I could not but rejoice ' To hear upon the morning ...
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... morning light , Thou'rt with me through the gloomy night , In dreams I meet thee as of old ; Then thy soft arms my neck enfold , And thy sweet voice is in my ear ; In every scene to memory dear , I see thee still . In I see thee still ...
... morning light , Thou'rt with me through the gloomy night , In dreams I meet thee as of old ; Then thy soft arms my neck enfold , And thy sweet voice is in my ear ; In every scene to memory dear , I see thee still . In I see thee still ...
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... Closed his merry eyes in death ; Quickly was the call repeated , Dearest blessings to resign , For we turned from Charlie's death - bed , Willie , round to thine . As the beams of spring's first morning Through the silent 72.
... Closed his merry eyes in death ; Quickly was the call repeated , Dearest blessings to resign , For we turned from Charlie's death - bed , Willie , round to thine . As the beams of spring's first morning Through the silent 72.
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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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