 Tis Flora's page :— in every place, In every season, fresh and fair, It opens with perennial grace, And blossoms everywhere. On waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The Rose has but a summer reign, — The Daisy never...  The Vegetable World - Seite 113von Charles Williams - 1833 - 260 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Shrewsbury (England). Royal School - 1801 - 368 Seiten
...blooms on consecrated ground In honour of the dead. The lambkin crops its crimson gem, The wild bee murmurs on its breast, The blue-fly bends its pensile...fair, It opens with perennial grace, And blossoms everywhere. On waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded rise : The rose has but... | |
 | David Phineas Adams, William Emerson, Samuel Cooper Thacher - 1806 - 788 Seiten
...round, It shares the sweet carnation's bed ; And blooms on consecrated ground In honour of the dead. The lambkin crops its crimson gem, The wild-bee murmurs...breast, The blue-fly bends its pensile stem, Light iiVr tin; sky-lark's neat'Tis FLORA'S pajfc :-. — -In every place, In every season, fresh and fair,... | |
 | Samuel Cooper Thacher, David Phineas Adams, William Emerson - 1806 - 796 Seiten
...grouml In honour of tlic dead. The lambkin crops its crimson g№ The wihUiee murmurs on its bre«!, The blue-fly bends its pensile stem, Light o'er the sky-lark's nest 'Tis FLORA'S page: Inrvfn?I»c?' In every season, fresh and (ш, It opens with perennial grace, And blossoms every where.... | |
 | John Britton, Edward Wedlake Brayley, Joseph Nightingale, James Norris Brewer, John Evans, John Hodgson, Francis Charles Laird, Frederic Shoberl, John Bigland, Thomas Rees - 1813 - 936 Seiten
...its crimson gem, The wHd-bee murmurs on its breast, The blue-fly bends its pensile stem, That decks the sky-lark's nest. Tis FLORA'S page:— In every...every season fresh and fair, it opens with perennial graoe, , And blossoms every-where. On waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded... | |
 | John Britton, Edward Wedlake Brayley - 1813 - 696 Seiten
...sound It shares the sweet carnation's bed ; And blooms on consecrated ground In honour of the dead. The lambkin crops its crimson gem, The wild-bee murmurs...on its breast, The blue-fly bends its pensile stem. That decks the sky-lark's nest. Tis FLORA'S page:— In every place, In every season fresh and fair,... | |
 | John Britton - 1813 - 614 Seiten
...sound It shares the sweet carnation's bed ; , , And blooms on consecrated ground In honour of the dead. The lambkin crops its crimson gem, The wild-bee .murmurs on its breast, The blue- fly bends its pensile stem, That decks the sky-lark's nest. Tis FLORA'S page:— In every place,... | |
 | James Montgomery - 1815 - 186 Seiten
...round It shares. the sweet carnation's bed ; And blooms on consecrated ground In honour of the dead. The lambkin crops its crimson gem, The wild-bee murmurs...page : in every place, In every. season fresh and i'air, It opens with perennial grace, And blossoms every where. On waste and woodland, rock and plain,... | |
 | Elizabeth Tomkins - 1817 - 276 Seiten
...round It shares the sweet carnation's bed ; And blooms on consecrated ground, In honour of the dead. The lambkin crops its crimson gem, The wild-bee murmurs...its breast ; The blue-fly bends its pensile stem. That decks the sky-lark's nest. 'Tis Flora's page : in every place, In every season, fresh and fair,... | |
 | 1818 - 400 Seiten
...given many poetical eulogies in our former -volumes j we may still say of it, with Mr.. Montgomery, Tis Flora's Page : — in every place, In every season...fair, It opens, with perennial grace, And blossoms everywhere, C On waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The rote has but... | |
 | 1841 - 488 Seiten
...round, It shares the sweet carnation's bed; And blooms on consecrated ground, In honour of the dead. " Tis Flora's page : in every place, In every season...fair ; It opens with perennial grace, , And blossoms everywhere." During this month we should take advantage of every fine day: they are the last fine days... | |
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