Comparative Psychology and Universal Analogy: Vol. 1. Vegetable Portraits of Character, Compiled from Various Sources, with Original Additions, Volume 1

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Fowlers & Wells, 1851 - Anthropomorphism - 263 pages

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Page v - We buy ashes for bread; We buy diluted wine; Give me of the true, — Whose ample leaves and tendrils curled Among the silver hills of heaven Draw everlasting dew; Wine of wine, Blood of the world, Form of forms, and mould of statures, That I intoxicated, And by the draught assimilated, May float at pleasure through all nature*; The bird-language rightly spell, And that which roses say so well.
Page v - Come lift thine eyes to lofty rhymes, Of things with things, of times with times, Primal chimes of sun and shade, Of sound and echo, man and maid, The land reflected in the flood, Body with shadow still pursued. For Nature beats in perfect tune, And rounds with rhyme her every rune, Whether...
Page 104 - ... face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Page v - For Nature beats in perfect tune, And rounds with rhyme her every rune, Whether she work in land or sea, Or hide underground her alchemy. Thou canst not wave thy staff in air, Or dip thy paddle in the lake, But it carves the bow of beauty there, And the ripples in rhymes the oar forsake.
Page 135 - Oh that I were an orange-tree, That busy plant ; Then should I ever laden be, And never want Some fruit for Him that dressed me.
Page 100 - Darlings of the forest ! Blossoming, alone, When Earth's grief is sorest For her jewels gone — Ere the last snow-drift melts, your tender buds have blown. Tinged with color faintly, Like the morning sky, Or, more pale and saintly, Wrapped in leaves ye lie — . Even as. children sleep in faith's simplicity. There the wild wood-robin, Hymns your solitude; And the rain comes sobbing Through the budding wood, While the low south wind sighs, but dare not be more rude.
Page 101 - While the low south wind sighs, but dare not be more rude. Were your pure lips fashioned Out of air and dew — Starlight unimpassioned. Dawn's most tender hue, And scented by the woods that gathered sweets for you...
Page 245 - Young brave! charmed with the land of thy forefathers, its flowers, its birds, its rivers, its beautiful lakes, and its mountains clothed with green, I have left my sisters in yonder world to dwell among you. Young brave! ask your wise and your great men where I can live and see the happy race continually; ask them what form I shall assume in order to be loved.
Page 245 - Thus discoursed the bright stranger. The young man awoke. On stepping out of his lodge, he saw the star yet blazing in its accustomed place. " At early dawn the chief's crier was sent round the camp to call every warrior to the council lodge. When they had met, the young warrior related his dream. They concluded that the star that had been seen in the south had fallen in love with mankind, and that it was desirous to dwell with them. " The next night five tall, noble-looking, adventurous braves were...
Page 34 - On whose soft lips the south wind blows In pretty, amorous threat ; The lily paler than the moon, The odorous, wondrous world of June, Yet more — the violet ! " She comes, the first, the fairest thing That Heaven upon the earth doth fling, Ere Winter's star has set : She dwells behind her leafy screen, And gives, as angels give, unseen, So, love — the violet.

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