Flowers; their moral, language, and poetry, ed. by H.G. AdamsHenry Gardiner Adams 1844 |
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... field , so he flourisheth ; for the wind passeth over it and it is gone ; and the place thereof shall know it no more . " They teach us the utter foolishness of that pride , which delighteth in personal adornments and gaudy trappings ...
... field , so he flourisheth ; for the wind passeth over it and it is gone ; and the place thereof shall know it no more . " They teach us the utter foolishness of that pride , which delighteth in personal adornments and gaudy trappings ...
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... field with placid smile Reprove man's feverish strivings , and infuse Through his worn soul a more unworldly life , With their soft holy breath . Thou hast not left His purer nature , with its fine desires , Uncared for in this universe ...
... field with placid smile Reprove man's feverish strivings , and infuse Through his worn soul a more unworldly life , With their soft holy breath . Thou hast not left His purer nature , with its fine desires , Uncared for in this universe ...
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Henry Gardiner Adams. VI . " Consider ye , the Lilies of the field , Which neither toil nor spin , -not regal pride , In all its plenitude of pomp reveal'd , Could hope to charm , their beauties plac'd beside ! If heavenly goodness thus ...
Henry Gardiner Adams. VI . " Consider ye , the Lilies of the field , Which neither toil nor spin , -not regal pride , In all its plenitude of pomp reveal'd , Could hope to charm , their beauties plac'd beside ! If heavenly goodness thus ...
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... fields , and ever ringeth A call to prayer . Not to the domes where crumbling arch and column Attest the feebleness of mortal hand , But to that fane , most catholic and solemn , Which God hath planned . " To that cathedral , boundless ...
... fields , and ever ringeth A call to prayer . Not to the domes where crumbling arch and column Attest the feebleness of mortal hand , But to that fane , most catholic and solemn , Which God hath planned . " To that cathedral , boundless ...
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... ! though made for pleasure , Blooming o'er field and wave , by day and night , From every source your sanction bids me treasure Harmless delight . Ephemeral sages ! what instructors hoary For such a world MORAL OF FLOWERS . 39.
... ! though made for pleasure , Blooming o'er field and wave , by day and night , From every source your sanction bids me treasure Harmless delight . Ephemeral sages ! what instructors hoary For such a world MORAL OF FLOWERS . 39.
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adorn Almighty band beautiful bells bend beneath blessing bloom blossoms blue blush bosom bough bowers breath breeze bride bright Bring flowers brow buds CAROLINE BOWLES CHARLOTTE SMITH charm connecting space cowslips crown daisy dead deck delicate delight doth dream e'en earth EBENEZER ELLIOT ELIZA RENNIE Elves eyes fair fairest fairy fields floral fragrance fresh gale garden garlands gather gentle grace grass grave green grove grow hand harebells hath heart heaven holy hope hour Language of Flowers leaves light lily look love ye loveliness maiden mountain N. P. WILLIS nature nature's neath night nosegays o'er odours pale pale flowers perfume plants pleasant poet primrose purple queen rich rose says scent sighs singing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stream strew summer sweetest tears thee thou thought tomb trees vale violet wandering waving wild banks wild flowers woods
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Page 21 - I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Page 121 - I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with lush woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Page 248 - SMALL service is true service while it lasts : Of humblest Friends, bright Creature ! scorn not one : The Daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dew-drop from the Sun.
Page 85 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man! How passing wonder He who made him such, Who centred in our make such strange extremes!
Page 229 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Page 132 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry, On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily: Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Page 47 - Thus there are two books from whence I collect my divinity ; besides that written one of God, another of His servant nature, that universal and public manuscript, that lies expansed unto the eyes of all...
Page 246 - All sadness but despair : now gentle gales, Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole Those balmy spoils.
Page 238 - Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread. And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand ; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble ; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death Welcoming...
Page 237 - Go thou to Rome, — at once the Paradise, The grave, the city, and the wilderness; And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise, And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread...