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Samuel Stanesby - The Floral Gift, An Illuminated Souvenir (Floralgiftillumi00stan - 0)
Samuel Stanesby - The Floral Gift, An Illuminated Souvenir (Floralgiftillumi00stan - 0)
Samuel Stanesby - The Floral Gift, An Illuminated Souvenir (Floralgiftillumi00stan - 0)
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4t
above,
To
A
Ye
gleam of
its
ne'er-fading lovelinefs.
we roam
welcome us
We inadvertently may tread on you,
And yet you gently raife your trembling heads,
kifs
Ever with
And
And
fweeteft fmiles ye
Ye
P. V.
Gordon de Montgomery.
mm
WOMAN'S
.That
And
bleft
Who
He
is
he
lips its
heeds not
Nor
all
who
And
life's
is
rock
like the
bleft is
Within
The
oppreflive gloom,
Of ocean's
And
bloom,
A woman's love
That
finds that
gentle fweets
its
wildeft
he to
made
world, with
Seems
lefs like
waves
whom
is
repofe
given
and woes,
Anon.
The
violet
is
for faithfulnefs.
Shakespeare.
ELCOME, pale
primrofe, ftarting
up
between
Dead matted
leaves of afh
and oak,
that ftrew
The
wood and
ivy's
fpinney through,
darker green
ground
The
Plucking the
While
faireft
Overjoyed to
fong,
bring
Clare.
That
like a virgin
queen
Dew-diadem'd.
Geo. Croly.
HE
rofe
is
The rofe
But ah
To
1
many
It tells full
it
blooms
is
white,
fummer light
in
mufe upon
its
hiftory
a woeful tale
That
The
The
ftrife
strife
may
and chivalry
pale,
no more
may
be.
white,
rofe
is
rofe
is
is
Where
it
its creft,
in her breaft,
deep
To
Clare.
mm
4f
HERE
is
little
And
Upon
if its
name
'tis
fweet
exprefs
its
power,
Grow
'neath
my
garden wall.
garden-ground 5
Perhaps in Eden 'twas not found,
For there it was not wanted
I faid, in every
But foon
Thy
By
He
It
took
is
as fin
And
With
To
flower received
conftant
mould our
faith be
fhow
We fhall
we
hold,
Miss Bowles.
IN
^>
That
Clad
flower,
f
Whofe cup
mower
lips frefh
Yet fhuns
The
Doom'd
Still
in the
made thy
fweets to fhed,
fofteft rain,
No
heedlefs
Still,
The
And
bloom and
Caroline Symmons.
1^
Of choice
infl.ruc~t.ion,
bells,
The
The
lily
of the vale.
She not
affects
She to no
ftate or
But
filent
And
dignity afpires,
fuit,
which
had not known there was a thing lb fweet
Hid in the gloomy made. So, when the blaft
Her lifter tribes confound, and to the earth
Stoop their high heads that vainly were expofed,
We
She
feels
it
Still fheltered
That makes
The humble
That make
We
lefl'er
and fecure.
And
the lofty
a thoufand blows
monarch on
Keen
as the ftorm,
his throne,
To
be fecure
content.
Jaques de Lille.
; ;
^ajBatfrwujts aniijftnisifs/^
NEVER
The
About
My
fee a
ftarry
the region of
I feel a ftruggling in
my
my
heart;
eye,
For
foul
and brain
won
their
will travel
ray,
way
back
Daifies.
Are
And
things
And when
life,
and
all
Is that the
one
who
mine
faff,
be paft
have
raifes
UR
all
As
blooming wafte
the
it left
it,
a flower,
behind,
and the
fhower
bower
grows along
pathway, by the poor man's door.
;
The
poor
girl's
in beauty's
it
Not
it,
for
it
takes
its
it
fo
among,
humble be the fong.
dwells
untouch'd ftand
is
of
my
native land
frefheft will
mi
hate
reft
Brainard.
Crush
it
blooms,
And
Around
his fhrine
Their
faireft gifts
The
impart
chill,
nor
fears deftroy
Thofe
ftill
remain
For then
declining days
From
the
Forget-me-not.
JS3
HOU
fweet
little
blue eye,
That
Thou
And
art
come from
bank
fo modeftly,
a fource invifible,
Thou
art
come
like the
"
fmall voice of
ftill,
art
Who
tell.
Him""
come
as a
warning
to
it
wandering
fouls,
fwiftly rolls,
And
lot,
And
Thou
From
To
Spirit
is
with us
art
come
to repeat
in
works
every fpot,
is,
Forget-me-not.
an alTurance of love
roam the
feas,
Some king
give new-found
or conqueror's
We rear on earth
And
We foar to
triumphal
and
to outlive
The names
of mortal man.
fins to
bear
Yet
fhrines auguft,
Are found
And may
by men
Whofe
Its
Then
revered,
in Chriftian lands.
praife,
to raife
ope
Him who
died for
piles,
heaven
ifles
name
all
B.
Barton.
ii
Mr
Sot^BilKsoftteTiflti
O, the
lilies
of the
field,
How
Hark
God
The
Than we
poor citizens of
air
Yet we
carol merrily
Mortal,
flee
God
morrow
One
God
morrow
Bishop Herbert.
OT worlds on
Need we
The
Daify
worlds
phalanx deep,
in
to prove a
God
is
here
And
Wondrous
Could
Mould
alike in all
tries,
its
bud
green cup,
That
Then
He
Its fringed
And
flues
let in filver
fling
O'er
hill
it,
gleams within
unreftrainM and
and
dale,
free,
fee
M. Good.
ELCOME,
To
nook of earth
this fmall
To
thee,
and
to the
Where
chance has
To
for thy
thee
Like heaven's
humble
nVd
rich,
fair
their birth
fpot
thy lowly
lot.
golden bloom,
bow on
high,
That
When
warmer
Yet not
the
Though
Can more
lily,
nor the
fairer far
fkies.
rofe,
they be,
Thine
is
Is bright with
The
For ruin
And
coming joy
But under
faith's protecting
wing
B. Barton.
Hiitorrs
LOWERS
IS
I35
That
With
The
harebell bright
That
and blue,
Heaven's
On
How
own
blelt tint
we view,
Hem
And
On
When
all
her
fitters
again,
of the Spring
The
Doth,
like
Unfcathed
its llerneft
16
mocks endure.
Agnes Strickland.
^ ^<
'
EE
Round
Pg^l Where
And
this
cafementj
'tis
a fhrine
By
Bleffed fhrine
home
dear, blifsful
Round by
Mother, daughter,
England,
ifle
all
things fweet
life,
fifter,
wife.
As
Towards
its
Howfoever
From
its
far
own
it
be
beloved fea,
Do we
Countess of Blessingtow
Us
Mil
[KE
The
,
While
ftill
And
Or
The
grafs
Yet when
To
is
downy powdered
filver
flowers,
drops.
and fcent,
Summer's gay blooms, and autumn's yellow race,
countlefs tribes, of richer hue
I mail
So journeying onwards in
Ev'n while warm youth
Fond memory
To
life's
its
varied track,
Charlotte Smith.
Lovely
God's goodnefs.
W ILBERFOR.CE.
if
IEN
The
behold
How
N^AM
^ Her
BedewM
And how
As
By
if fhe
till
he returns
when he
is
gone,
fcorned to be looked on
an inferior eye
or did
contemn
Have
fpirits far
ours,
Which
But,
O my God,
Upon
we
bellow.
though grovelling
my
appear
defire
George Wither.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
field flowers
'tis
true,
you
For ye waft me
doat upon
to
fummers of
old,
filver
and gold.
And
While
And
Made
Not
And
What
loved
Can
little islands,
fpell.
awakes
Campbell.
Mkt
Jlunflotaw
AGLE of flowers!
And
With
on the
fun's
fixed
Light
is
on earth,
Thy
profpecl heaven.
fun
James Montgomery.
Flowers,
We
wherefore do ye bloom
ftrew thy
Flowers
pathway
to the
tomb.
Shakespeare.
WANDERED
That
floats
When
lonely as a cloud
all at
once
faw
hi lis,
crowd,
Continuous
And
mine
The waves
befide
in fprightly dance.
in glee
What
For
wealth the
oft,
mow
to
me had
when on my couch
brought.
I lie,
And
fills,
Wordsworth.
HE
Beneath a
That
To
fpirit to
whofe charge
given
is
heaven
Awakening from
The
"
fondeft object of
my
care,
What
'Twas but
A veil
And
moment o'er
the Rofe
Could
Rofe exceed
Blackwood's Magazine.
Flowers
the
bring
down
afleep,
What
may
know,
Let our ferious beauty fhow.
Central depth of purple,
Who
rofe,
tell
Unto
eyes of power,
And
Proferpine's
bower;
Milky-hearted,
we
Too much
gladnefs brings to
Thofe who on
gloom
Leigh Hunt.
frefh
Whofe ruby
and flowering,
is
low'ring,
Green
Through
pan:
Be thou an emblem
The hiftory
Whofe eye,
thus unfolding
of that maiden's mind,
thefe
humble
lines
beholding,
may find
mutations may (he
lot
Through
life's
Though
Still
bleft in
be her
lateft
youth,
in
days the
be
age more
bleft,
beft.
James Montgomery,
So take my gift 'tis a fimple flower,
But perhaps 'twill wile a weary hour;
And the fpirit that its light magic weaves
!
May
And
it
me
its
fimple leaves
at leaft will
be
to thee.
Willis.
HE
Which
to the brink,
The weary
The
ftalk
no longer can
fuftain
Or mould
Giles Fletcher.
HERE
He
nought that
Though
is
fair?" faith he
them
all
is
fweet to me,
eyes,
It
"
My
" They
fhall all
bloom
Tranfplanted by
And
upon
flow'rets
my
a child.
in fields
care
of light,
garments white,
Thefe facred blolfoms" wear."
faints,
gay,"
their
27
back again."
The
Death,
grow between.
I will give
is
And
Shall I have
whofe name
a reaper,
is
And, with
And
the
The
mother gave,
in tears
and pain,
Oh, not
in cruelty,
all
again
not in wrath,
And
earth,
Longfellow.
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