Perennial FlowersMunroe and Francis, 1843 - 172 psl. |
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... rock and plain , Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The rose has but a summer reign , The daisy never dies . MONTGOMERY . Far Do THE YELLOW VIOLET . From Its geechen buds begin to swell , ' Tis thus , ' ods the blue - bird's warble know ...
... rock and plain , Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The rose has but a summer reign , The daisy never dies . MONTGOMERY . Far Do THE YELLOW VIOLET . From Its geechen buds begin to swell , ' Tis thus , ' ods the blue - bird's warble know ...
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... rocks for us did frame A temple where to sound his name . O let our voice his praise exalt , Till it arrive at heaven's vault ! Which , thence perhaps rebounding , may Echo beyond the Mexique bay . " Thus sang they in the English boat ...
... rocks for us did frame A temple where to sound his name . O let our voice his praise exalt , Till it arrive at heaven's vault ! Which , thence perhaps rebounding , may Echo beyond the Mexique bay . " Thus sang they in the English boat ...
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... rock , That is lisped evermore at his slumberless fountain . There's a cloud at the portal , a spray - woven veil At the shrine of his ceaseless running ; It embosoms the roses of dawn , It entangles the shafts of the noon , And into ...
... rock , That is lisped evermore at his slumberless fountain . There's a cloud at the portal , a spray - woven veil At the shrine of his ceaseless running ; It embosoms the roses of dawn , It entangles the shafts of the noon , And into ...
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... rock could rear its head . He went to the windows of those who slept , And over each pane , like a fairy , crept ; Wherever he breathed , wherever he stopped , By the light of the moon were seen Most beautiful things ; there were ...
... rock could rear its head . He went to the windows of those who slept , And over each pane , like a fairy , crept ; Wherever he breathed , wherever he stopped , By the light of the moon were seen Most beautiful things ; there were ...
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... rock . Her widow mother wept to hear her whispered prayer so sweet , Then through the silence blessed the sound of her soft parting feet ; And thought , " while thou art praising God amid the hills so calm , Far off this broken voice ...
... rock . Her widow mother wept to hear her whispered prayer so sweet , Then through the silence blessed the sound of her soft parting feet ; And thought , " while thou art praising God amid the hills so calm , Far off this broken voice ...
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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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