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... LADY , WHO PRESENTED THE AUTHOR WITH SOME ENGLISH FRUITS AND FLOWERS . Green herbs and gushing springs in some hot waste Though grateful to the traveller's sight and taste , Seem far less sweet and fair than fruits and flowers That ...
... LADY , WHO PRESENTED THE AUTHOR WITH SOME ENGLISH FRUITS AND FLOWERS . Green herbs and gushing springs in some hot waste Though grateful to the traveller's sight and taste , Seem far less sweet and fair than fruits and flowers That ...
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... lady pulled down the house and built another . The place , subse- quently came into the possession of a Mr. Young . The grounds have now no resemblance to what the taste of Pope had once made them . Even his mother's monument has been ...
... lady pulled down the house and built another . The place , subse- quently came into the possession of a Mr. Young . The grounds have now no resemblance to what the taste of Pope had once made them . Even his mother's monument has been ...
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David Lester Richardson. " My Lord has spoken justly of his lady ; why not I of my mother ? Yesterday was her birth ... Lady Suffolk when she received a parcel from Spain , he observed that it was bound with green twigs which looked as ...
David Lester Richardson. " My Lord has spoken justly of his lady ; why not I of my mother ? Yesterday was her birth ... Lady Suffolk when she received a parcel from Spain , he observed that it was bound with green twigs which looked as ...
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... Lady Gower had the inscription alluded to carved upon another tree near it . Perhaps the substituted tree was an oak . I may here mention that in the Vale of Avoca there is a tree celebrated as that under which Thomas Moore wrote the ...
... Lady Gower had the inscription alluded to carved upon another tree near it . Perhaps the substituted tree was an oak . I may here mention that in the Vale of Avoca there is a tree celebrated as that under which Thomas Moore wrote the ...
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... Lady Mary Wortley Montague . Ah ! friend , ' tis true - this truth you lovers know ; In vain my structures rise , my gardens grow ; In vain fair Thames reflects the double scenes Of hanging mountains and of sloping greens ; Joy lives ...
... Lady Mary Wortley Montague . Ah ! friend , ' tis true - this truth you lovers know ; In vain my structures rise , my gardens grow ; In vain fair Thames reflects the double scenes Of hanging mountains and of sloping greens ; Joy lives ...
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Flowers and Flower-Gardens: With an Appendix of Practical Instructions and ... David Lester Richardson No preview available - 2017 |
Flowers and Flower Gardens: With an Appendix of Practical Instructions and ... David Lester Richardson No preview available - 2008 |
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Page 172 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, 'Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Page 173 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Page 15 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the sooner it wears.
Page 163 - It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Page 131 - Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips and The crown imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one...
Page 197 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...
Page 196 - 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 168 - At a fair vestal, throned by the west ; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts...
Page 134 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Page 50 - To build, to plant, whatever you intend. To rear the column, or the arch to bend, To swell the terrace, or to sink the grot; In all, let nature never be forgot.