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Hafez , speaking of our eagerness to enjoy the pleasures of the Spring ,
beautifully observes , • We drop , like Nightingales , into the nest of the Rose . '
Again , in his seventh ode , he says , ' O Hafez , thou desirest , like the
Nightingales , the ...
Hafez , speaking of our eagerness to enjoy the pleasures of the Spring ,
beautifully observes , • We drop , like Nightingales , into the nest of the Rose . '
Again , in his seventh ode , he says , ' O Hafez , thou desirest , like the
Nightingales , the ...
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A Rose , that bloomed the roadside by , Caught a young vagrant's wanton eye ;
The child was gay , the morn was clear , The ... The child exclaimed , “ My hands
shall dare , Thee , Rose , from off thy stem to tear : " The Rose replied , “ If I have ...
A Rose , that bloomed the roadside by , Caught a young vagrant's wanton eye ;
The child was gay , the morn was clear , The ... The child exclaimed , “ My hands
shall dare , Thee , Rose , from off thy stem to tear : " The Rose replied , “ If I have ...
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Roses are now in what may be called their prime or culmination ; and after June
their meridian of beauty is past . ... While we invoke the wreathed Spring ,
Resplendent Rose ! to thee we'll singResplendent Rose , the flower of flowers ,
Whose ...
Roses are now in what may be called their prime or culmination ; and after June
their meridian of beauty is past . ... While we invoke the wreathed Spring ,
Resplendent Rose ! to thee we'll singResplendent Rose , the flower of flowers ,
Whose ...
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The Red Poppies still paint the young cornfields with their bright scarlet flowers .
Roses and Pinks are still in the greatest perfection . Here and there in the fields
the bright strawcoloured yellow of Sinapis arvensis abounds , and its distant
effect ...
The Red Poppies still paint the young cornfields with their bright scarlet flowers .
Roses and Pinks are still in the greatest perfection . Here and there in the fields
the bright strawcoloured yellow of Sinapis arvensis abounds , and its distant
effect ...
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St. Idus Bp . St. Bonaventure Cardinal , & c . CARONOLOGY . - Battle of Marengo
. This day 4. In 1808 the Thermometer rose in the shade to 940 of Fahrenheit's
scale at Ryegate in Surrey : it was said to be still higher in some places . FLORA .
St. Idus Bp . St. Bonaventure Cardinal , & c . CARONOLOGY . - Battle of Marengo
. This day 4. In 1808 the Thermometer rose in the shade to 940 of Fahrenheit's
scale at Ryegate in Surrey : it was said to be still higher in some places . FLORA .
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Términos y frases comunes
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Página 206 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Página 164 - There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Página 120 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets : As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun, and the moist star, Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse...
Página 172 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Página 218 - Return, Alpheus; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Página 231 - Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before...
Página 190 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep : All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night.
Página 51 - Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o
Página 572 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Página 641 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night ' That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide...
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| Título | The perennial calendar, and companion to the almanack, revised and ed. [or rather written] by T. Forster |
| Autor | Thomas Ignatius M. Forster |
| Publicado | 1824 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 8 Mar 2007 |
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