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Page 149
Thus , then , the mythology represents Venus as a beautiful female , and styles
her the Goddess of Beauty , the Mother of Love , the Queen of Smiles , the
Mistress of the Graces , the Patroness of Courtesans . Some writers speak of
more than ...
Thus , then , the mythology represents Venus as a beautiful female , and styles
her the Goddess of Beauty , the Mother of Love , the Queen of Smiles , the
Mistress of the Graces , the Patroness of Courtesans . Some writers speak of
more than ...
Page 194
The Persian poet , Hafez , a native of Shiraz , repeatedly alludes to the
Nightingale in his beautiful and truly Anacreontic Odes :" In shrubs which skirt the
scented mead , Or garden's walk embroidered gay , Can the sweet voice of joy
be found ...
The Persian poet , Hafez , a native of Shiraz , repeatedly alludes to the
Nightingale in his beautiful and truly Anacreontic Odes :" In shrubs which skirt the
scented mead , Or garden's walk embroidered gay , Can the sweet voice of joy
be found ...
Page 222
The early or Van Thol Tulip is now out of blow , as is the variety called the
Clarimond , beds of which appear very beautiful in April . The sort now flowering
is the Tulipa Gesneriana , of which the names Bizarre , Golden Eagle , & c . are
only ...
The early or Van Thol Tulip is now out of blow , as is the variety called the
Clarimond , beds of which appear very beautiful in April . The sort now flowering
is the Tulipa Gesneriana , of which the names Bizarre , Golden Eagle , & c . are
only ...
Page 386
Some of the solstitial plants are now fading , as the Scarlet Lychnis , & c .; but
others continue to blow , and the aestival plants being just coming into perfection
, afford to florists this season a rich and beautiful parterre . The hopes of the ...
Some of the solstitial plants are now fading , as the Scarlet Lychnis , & c .; but
others continue to blow , and the aestival plants being just coming into perfection
, afford to florists this season a rich and beautiful parterre . The hopes of the ...
Page 476
After her comes a beautiful female riding on a Bull and dressed in a light blue
robe , with a pale yellow girdle and white bonnet , and bears a bouquet of blue
and white Hyacinths in her bosom : she holds an umbrella in her hand ,
emblematical ...
After her comes a beautiful female riding on a Bull and dressed in a light blue
robe , with a pale yellow girdle and white bonnet , and bears a bouquet of blue
and white Hyacinths in her bosom : she holds an umbrella in her hand ,
emblematical ...
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Page 206 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Page 164 - There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 120 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets : As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun, and the moist star, Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse...
Page 172 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Page 218 - 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 231 - Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before...
Page 190 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep : All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night.
Page 51 - Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o
Page 572 - 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.
Page 641 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night ' That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide...