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... Byron . ' Tis sweet , and yet ' tis sad , that gentle power , Which throws in winter's lap the spring - tide flower : I love to dream of days my childhood knew , When , with the sister of my heart , time flew On wings of innocence and ...
... Byron . ' Tis sweet , and yet ' tis sad , that gentle power , Which throws in winter's lap the spring - tide flower : I love to dream of days my childhood knew , When , with the sister of my heart , time flew On wings of innocence and ...
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... Byron . An emblem true thou art Of love's enduring lustre given To cheer a lonely heart . Barton . Flower of the solitary place ! Gray Ruin's golden crown , That lendest melancholy grace To haunts of old renown ; Thou mantlest o'er the ...
... Byron . An emblem true thou art Of love's enduring lustre given To cheer a lonely heart . Barton . Flower of the solitary place ! Gray Ruin's golden crown , That lendest melancholy grace To haunts of old renown ; Thou mantlest o'er the ...
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... Byron . Anon . VARIOUS significations have been given to the Haw- thorn . Among the Turks , a branch of it expresses the wish of a lover to receive a kiss from the object of his affection . Among the ancient Greeks , the Hawthorn was a ...
... Byron . Anon . VARIOUS significations have been given to the Haw- thorn . Among the Turks , a branch of it expresses the wish of a lover to receive a kiss from the object of his affection . Among the ancient Greeks , the Hawthorn was a ...
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... on we plod our way , We find , as life's gay dreams depart , To close our being's troubled day , Naught left us but a broken heart . Byron . Percival . Nor would I change my buried love For any heart Lobe - lies - bleediny . 55.
... on we plod our way , We find , as life's gay dreams depart , To close our being's troubled day , Naught left us but a broken heart . Byron . Percival . Nor would I change my buried love For any heart Lobe - lies - bleediny . 55.
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... Byron . Myrtle .... Love . The Myrtle has ever been consecrated to Venus . At Rome , the temple of the goddess was surrounded by a grove of Myrtles ; and in Greece , she was adorned under the name of Myrtilla . It was observed by the ...
... Byron . Myrtle .... Love . The Myrtle has ever been consecrated to Venus . At Rome , the temple of the goddess was surrounded by a grove of Myrtles ; and in Greece , she was adorned under the name of Myrtilla . It was observed by the ...
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Amaranth ancient Anon Attic style Barry Cornwall beauty beneath bloom blossoms blue bosom bower breast breath bright bright desert brow buds Burns Byron Castle Bromwich Hall charms cheek cloud cold Daisies dark deep doth dream e'en earth emblem fair fancy fear feel flowers forest Forget-me-not fragrance friends gaze gentle glade golden grace green grief grow hath heart heaven hope hour immortal Joanna Baillie John Fountain lady leaves light Lily lips live lonely look Louisa love's MacKellar Madame de Staël Mignonette mind morning Moss Narcissus ne'er never night o'er peep Peerbold Peneus Percival perfume plant purple Reindeer Reseda odorata rose round Shakspeare shine sigh sing sleep smile Snowdrop sorrow soul spirit spring stars stream sweet tears thine things thou art thought tree Twamley Twas unto Vervain weep White Poppy wild wood yellow young youth
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Page 239 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Page 252 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train, To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
Page 245 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Page 66 - ... Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee : A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company : I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought : For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude ; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with...
Page 155 - Do but mark, her forehead's smoother Than words that soothe her! And from her arched brows such a grace Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good, of the elements
Page 203 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Page 65 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Page 32 - PANSIES, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises ; Long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory ; Long as there are violets, They will have a place in story : There's a flower that shall be mine, 'Tis the little Celandine. Eyes of some men travel far For the finding of a star ; Up and down the heavens they go, Men that keep a mighty rout ! I'm as great as they, I trow, Since the day I found thee out, Little Flower ! — I'll make a stir, Like a sage astronomer.
Page 44 - Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And. thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven.
Page 194 - Twas Edwin's self that prest ! " Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restored to love and thee ! " Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And every care resign : And shall we never, never part, My life — my all that's mine ? " No, never from this hour to part, Well live and love so true ; The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too.