The Rose: Its History, Poetry, Culture, and ClassificationWiley & Putnam, 1847 - 280 頁 |
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第 27 頁
... fragrant herbs and flowers of every kind . Since the extinction of paganism in a greater part of the world , the custom of wearing crowns of flowers at festivals has passed entirely away . Women only use roses as an ornament for their ...
... fragrant herbs and flowers of every kind . Since the extinction of paganism in a greater part of the world , the custom of wearing crowns of flowers at festivals has passed entirely away . Women only use roses as an ornament for their ...
第 35 頁
... fragrant herbs ; and entertained at a splendid breakfast the presidents , councilors , and even the notaries and door - keepers of the court . He after- wards went into each chamber , accompanied by a page with a large silver basin ...
... fragrant herbs ; and entertained at a splendid breakfast the presidents , councilors , and even the notaries and door - keepers of the court . He after- wards went into each chamber , accompanied by a page with a large silver basin ...
第 39 頁
... fragrant roses in a mortar ; then I take the brains of birds and pigs , well boiled and stripped of every particle of meat ; I then add the yolks of some eggs , some oil , a little cordial , some pepper , and some wine : after having ...
... fragrant roses in a mortar ; then I take the brains of birds and pigs , well boiled and stripped of every particle of meat ; I then add the yolks of some eggs , some oil , a little cordial , some pepper , and some wine : after having ...
第 70 頁
... fragrant as May , And bright as a young lover's eye , We gather'd them all at the dawning of day : Come , buy my fresh Roses , come buy . THE ROSE - BUD , When nature tries her finest touch , Weaving her vernal wreath , Mark ye how ...
... fragrant as May , And bright as a young lover's eye , We gather'd them all at the dawning of day : Come , buy my fresh Roses , come buy . THE ROSE - BUD , When nature tries her finest touch , Weaving her vernal wreath , Mark ye how ...
第 73 頁
... fragrant leaf has not its mate Among the perfumes which the rich and great Bring from the odors of the spicy East . You love your flowers and plants , and will you hate The little four - leaved Rose that I love best , That freshest will ...
... fragrant leaf has not its mate Among the perfumes which the rich and great Bring from the odors of the spicy East . You love your flowers and plants , and will you hate The little four - leaved Rose that I love best , That freshest will ...
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第 104 頁 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves.
第 95 頁 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. So soon may...
第 122 頁 - Thy hand has graced him. Nestled at his root Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare Of the broad sun. That delicate forest flower With scented breath, and look so like a smile, Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould, An emanation of the indwelling Life, A visible token of the upholding Love, That are the soul of this wide universe.
第 112 頁 - WHO has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere, With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave, Its temples, and grottos, and fountains as clear As the love-lighted eyes that hang over their wave...
第 8 頁 - I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
第 105 頁 - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
第 72 頁 - ... angels look Behind the blissful screen ; As when, triumphant o'er His woes, The Son of God by moonlight rose, By all but Heaven unseen. As when the holy maid beheld Her risen Son and Lord : Thought has not colours half so fair, That she to paint that hour may dare — In silence best ador'd.
第 71 頁 - ... shrink from sight Here in the coarse rude earth : How then should rash intruding glance Break in upon her sacred trance Who boasts a heavenly birth ? So still and secret is her growth, Ever the truest heart, Where deepest strikes her kindly root For hope or joy, for flower or fruit, Least knows its happy part.
第 104 頁 - It is the very emblem of a maid : For when the west wind courts her gently, How modestly she blows, and paints the sun With her chaste blushes ! when the north comes near her, i» Rude and impatient, then, like chastity, She locks her beauties in her bud again, And leaves him to base briers.
第 70 頁 - Nor soil'd by ruder breath ? . Who ever saw the earliest rose First open her sweet breast ? Or, when the summer sun goes down, The first soft star in evening's crown Light up her gleaming crest ? Fondly we seek the dawning bloom On features wan and fair, — The gazing eye no change can trace, But look away a little space, Then turn, and, lo ! 'tis there.