The Garden Muse: Poems for Garden LoversWilliam Aspenwall Bradley |
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a-roaming ABRAHAM COWLEY ALEXANDER POPE ALFRED LORD TENNYSON ANDREW MARVELL apples ARTHUR O'SHAUGHNESSY beauty birds blest bloom blossom boughs Bower of Bliss breath bridal day bright CHAPLET OF GARDEN cherry ripe crown dainty dear delight Description of Elizium doth earth ease EDMUND SPENSER end my song fair fairies fall Forsaken Garden fruit GARDEN FLOWERS garden in mid Garden Lyrics garlands golden ground grove grow happy heart heaven herbs innocent JOHN EVELYN lilies live lover maidens Maud meadow MICHAEL DRAYTON mid month murmuring Muses Nature ne'er never night nymph o'er Paradise PIERRE RONSARD plant pleasure poets Primrose Prothalamion purple ROBERT HERRICK ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON rose run softly shade sing sleep soft solitude soul spring streams summer Sweet Thames thee thither thou TORQUATO TASSO tree unto vine Violet virgin walk wanton warble wild winds wood
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Page 109 - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die.
Page 19 - twas beyond a mortal's share To wander solitary there: Two paradises 'twere in one, To live in Paradise alone. How well the skilful gardener drew Of flowers, and herbs, this dial new; Where, from above, the milder sun Does through a fragrant zodiac run; And, as it works, the industrious bee Computes its time as well as we. How could such sweet and wholesome hours Be reckoned but with herbs and flowers!
Page 53 - And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.
Page 111 - Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun.
Page 106 - Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font: The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost. And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open untD me.
Page 153 - Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To flutter — and the Bird is on the Wing.
Page 91 - twould boldly trip, And print those roses on my lip. But all its chief delight was still On roses thus itself to fill, And its pure virgin limbs to fold In whitest sheets of lilies cold : Had it lived long, it would have been Lilies without, roses within.
Page 154 - I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled ; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
Page 16 - How vainly men themselves amaze, To win the palm, the oak, or bays ; And their incessant labours see Crowned from some single herb, or tree, Whose short and narrow-verged shade Does prudently their toils upbraid ; While all the flowers and trees do close, To weave the garlands of repose...
Page 6 - Martial, the things that do attain The happy life be these, I find ; The riches left, not got with pain ; The fruitful ground, the quiet mind. The equal friend, no grudge, no strife, No charge of rule nor governance ; Without disease, the healthful life ; The household of continuance.