The Evergreen: Beautiful Bouquets Culled from the Poets of All CountriesFrederick Warne and Company, 1869 - 152 σελίδες |
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The Evergreen: Beautiful Bouquets Culled from the Poets of All Countries ... Anonymous,BiblioBazaar Δεν υπάρχει διαθέσιμη προεπισκόπηση - 2013 |
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angel Autumn beauty bird birken bloom blossoms blush bonnie rowan bush boughs bower breath breeze bright brow bush In yon Cedar tree CHARLES MACKAY child clouds content to die,-but COVENT GARDEN CROCUS DAISY dark dead death decay dews doth drooping earth eternal Evergreen faded fair flowers friends garden glad gloom glory glow golden gone grove H. F. LYTE hast hath heart heaven hopes hour ivy green Jean lady fern leaf leal leaves life's light lonely look morning Mount Lebanon mourn Nature's never night numbers o'er pale Pale flowers rare old plant rich round shadows showers sigh silent sing skies smile Snowdrop soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stars STONECROP summer sunbeams sunny sunshine sweet tears thee thine thou art tomb voice Wallflower wave ween whispers wild wind wings winter withered yon lane glen youth
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 12 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. " My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled ; " Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Σελίδα 28 - Time's glory is to calm contending kings, To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light, To stamp the seal of time in aged things, To wake the morn, and sentinel the night, To wrong the wronger till he render right ; To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours, And smear with dust their glittering golden towers : 1 To fill with worm-holes stately monuments, To feed oblivion with decay of things, To blot old books, and alter their contents, To pluck the quills from ancient ravens...
Σελίδα 114 - God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth ! Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse The wide old wood from his majestic rest, Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange, deep harmonies that haunt his breast...
Σελίδα 32 - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies; They fall successive, and successive rise: So generations in their course decay; So flourish these, when those are pass'd away.
Σελίδα 1 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Σελίδα 1 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer...
Σελίδα 26 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Σελίδα 18 - On winding lakes and rivers wide, That ask no aid of sail or oar, That fear no spite of wind or tide!
Σελίδα 123 - Upon whose grassless floor of red-brown hue, By sheddings from the pining umbrage tinged Perennially — beneath whose sable roof Of boughs, as if for festal purpose, decked With unrejoicing berries — ghostly Shapes May meet at noontide; Fear and trembling Hope, Silence and Foresight ; Death the Skeleton And Time the Shadow...
Σελίδα 1 - Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...