Flora's Lexicon: An Interpretation of the Language and Sentiment of Flowers: with an Outline of Botany, and a Poetical IntroductionHooker and Claxton, 1839 - 252 páginas The entries in this volume use short explanations and poetry to provide interpretations of the meanings traditionally associated with each flower represented. |
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... hours , Capricious as its smiles , One Summer sees it crown'd with flowers , The next no breezy wiles Can lure one bud , where thousands smiled , And hence capricious Beauty styled . And what is beauty ? -lo , the sun That left the ...
... hours , Capricious as its smiles , One Summer sees it crown'd with flowers , The next no breezy wiles Can lure one bud , where thousands smiled , And hence capricious Beauty styled . And what is beauty ? -lo , the sun That left the ...
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... hours ; And in its scarlet blossom rests A healing balm for wounded breasts . Yes - flowers have tones - A language of its own , God gave to each And bade the simple blossom teach Where'er its seeds are sown ; His voice is on the ...
... hours ; And in its scarlet blossom rests A healing balm for wounded breasts . Yes - flowers have tones - A language of its own , God gave to each And bade the simple blossom teach Where'er its seeds are sown ; His voice is on the ...
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... hour , That alights on Misery's brow , Springs out of the silvery almond - flower , That blooms on a leafless bough . In ancient times , the abundance of blossom on this tr considered as the promise of a fruitful season . LOE . Class 6 ...
... hour , That alights on Misery's brow , Springs out of the silvery almond - flower , That blooms on a leafless bough . In ancient times , the abundance of blossom on this tr considered as the promise of a fruitful season . LOE . Class 6 ...
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... hour , thine image , brought By Memory to the passive eye , Would blend with every gentle thought Of dwellers in the distant sky , And float , in airy seeming , by , Fit princess of the sylphid crowds , Born of the wealth of Fantasy In ...
... hour , thine image , brought By Memory to the passive eye , Would blend with every gentle thought Of dwellers in the distant sky , And float , in airy seeming , by , Fit princess of the sylphid crowds , Born of the wealth of Fantasy In ...
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... hour my country's guard I stood , From the state's vitals tore the coil'd serpent , First hung with writhing up to public scorn , Then flung him forth to ruin . MATURIN . O heaven ! he cried , my bleeding country save ! Is there no hand ...
... hour my country's guard I stood , From the state's vitals tore the coil'd serpent , First hung with writhing up to public scorn , Then flung him forth to ruin . MATURIN . O heaven ! he cried , my bleeding country save ! Is there no hand ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ancient ANDRIA ANON beautiful bloom blossoms blush bosom bough bower branches breast breath bright brow buds BYRON called calyx caudex charms cheer Class 19 Class 21 colour common corolla crown Cryptogamia Cuckoo Flower DECANDRIA Demophoon DIADELPHIA DIANDRIA DIGYNIA doth DRIA DRYDEN earth emblem eyes fair favourite Flowering Rush flowers fragrance fruit garden gaze GENESIA gentle genus grace green grows happiness hath heart heaven HEXANDRIA hope hour ICOSANDRIA leaf leaves light look Mezereon mind Monogynia 1 pistil moss rose native ne'er never nymph o'er OCTANDRIA odour Order Monogynia ornament parterre PENTAN PENTANDRIA perfume petals plant POLYANDRIA POLYGAMIA POLYGYNIA purple rich rose seeds shade SHAKSPEARE shine smile soft sorrow soul species SPENSER spirit spring stamens stem summer SUPERFLUA sweet SYNGENESIA tears thee thine thou thought tree TRIANDRIA Trigynia TWAMLEY wild wind wings wood
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Página 105 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Página 223 - I care not, Fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve...
Página 35 - Would he were fatter : — but I fear him not : Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men...
Página 117 - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say, Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.
Página 120 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Página 226 - Seems, madam ! nay, it is ; I know not ' seems.' 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black...
Página 213 - Have you the heart? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?
Página 206 - For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue: if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by And leave you hindmost...
Página 223 - Thy spirit, Independence, let me share; Lord of the lion-heart, and eagle-eye! Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky!
Página 152 - SWEET Teviot! on thy silver tide The glaring bale-fires blaze no more; No longer steel-clad warriors ride Along thy wild and willow'd shore; Where'er thou wind'st, by dale or hill, All, all is peaceful, all is still. As if thy waves, since Time was born. Since first they roll'dupon the Tweed, Had only heard the shepherd's reed, Nor started at the bugle-horn.