Favourite field flowers; or, Wild flowers of England popularly described1848 |
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... lines of Virgil , which express a thought so beautiful in language which has never been surpassed : " Qualis populea morens Philomela sub umbra Amissos queritur fœtus ,; quos durus arator Observans nido implumes detraxit : ut illa Flet ...
... lines of Virgil , which express a thought so beautiful in language which has never been surpassed : " Qualis populea morens Philomela sub umbra Amissos queritur fœtus ,; quos durus arator Observans nido implumes detraxit : ut illa Flet ...
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Robert Tyas. but as we cannot insert it without some lines in our own tongue , which shall convey their meaning , though it may be with but a faint notion of their beauty , we give the following : - So mourning ' neath the trembling ...
Robert Tyas. but as we cannot insert it without some lines in our own tongue , which shall convey their meaning , though it may be with but a faint notion of their beauty , we give the following : - So mourning ' neath the trembling ...
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... lines , by an anonymous writer , would seem to convey the notion that on some minds the buttercup is more permanently impressed than other flowers of its season : - " Again , I feel my heart is dancing With wildly throbbing keen delight ...
... lines , by an anonymous writer , would seem to convey the notion that on some minds the buttercup is more permanently impressed than other flowers of its season : - " Again , I feel my heart is dancing With wildly throbbing keen delight ...
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... lines of Clare , in which he mentions the buttercup , which he seems to have trans- ferred from the " Sentiment of Flowers , " where they were first quoted in connection with the buttercup , as the Emblem of Ingratitude . The upright ...
... lines of Clare , in which he mentions the buttercup , which he seems to have trans- ferred from the " Sentiment of Flowers , " where they were first quoted in connection with the buttercup , as the Emblem of Ingratitude . The upright ...
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... the Imprisoned Knight , " represents it to be the choice flower of the lady whose praises are rehearsed . We insert Lord F. Leveson Gower's translation of these lines . " Ah ! well I know the loveliest flower , THE FORGET - ME - NOT . 53.
... the Imprisoned Knight , " represents it to be the choice flower of the lady whose praises are rehearsed . We insert Lord F. Leveson Gower's translation of these lines . " Ah ! well I know the loveliest flower , THE FORGET - ME - NOT . 53.
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
abundance Adonis Anemone banks beautiful beneath Bindweed bloom blossoms blue bower branches breath bright buds Buttercup called calyx Celandine Cinquefoil colour common corolla Cowslip creeping Crocus Crowfoot cultivated Daffodil Daisy delight Dutch earth egg-shaped elegant fair fancy favourite fields flowers grow footstalks Forget-me-not Foxglove fragrance Furze garden Gentian golden Grape Hyacinth green Harebell hedges Hyacinth indigenous Ital leaves Lesser Celandine Lily Linnæan class Pentandria Linnæan system lobes meadows Mezereon moist month Mouse-ear Hawkweed Musk Mallow Natural order Natural system numerous o'er Orchis order Monogynia pale Pansy pastures Periwinkle petals Pimpernel pink plant poet Port pretty primrose purple Ranunculacea Red Valerian rich root rose round Russ Saffron scarlet Scarlet Pimpernel season shade shady shining slender Snap-dragon Snowdrop soil species spot spreading spring Spring Gentian stem stream sweet thee thou Violet wall-flower weeds whence wild flowers woods yellow yellow pimpernel
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 73 - Nevertheless, he left not himself without witness, in that he did good, and gave us rain from heaven, and fruitful seasons, filling our hearts with food and gladness.
Seite 35 - Thrice welcome, darling of the spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird : but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery. The same whom in my schoolboy days I listened to ; that cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green ; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet ; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Seite 34 - Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear; From hill to hill it seems to pass At once far off, and near.
Seite 62 - THERE is a flower, a little flower, With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky. The prouder beauties of the field In gay but quick succession shine, Race after race their honours yield, They flourish and decline. But this small flower, to Nature dear, While moons and stars their courses run, Wreathes the whole circle of the year, Companion of the Sun.
Seite 14 - 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 azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Seite 124 - And of birchen glades breathing their balm, While the deer was seen glancing in sunshine remote, And the deep mellow crush of the wood-pigeon's note Made music that sweetened the calm. Not a pastoral song has a pleasanter tune Than ye speak to my heart, little wildings of June : Of old ruinous castles ye tell, Where I thought it delightful your beauties to find, When the magic of Nature first breathed on my mind, And your blossoms were part of her spell.
Seite 120 - At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon; And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Seite 23 - Tis the early April lark, Or the rooks, with busy caw, Foraging for sticks and straw.
Seite 109 - The man who proceeds in it with steadiness and resolution, will in a little time find that ' her ways are ways of pleasantness, and that all her paths are peace.
Seite 121 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it Love-in-idleness.