My Garden of DreamsThomas Meehan & Sons, 1913 - 148 halaman |
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Abram Linwood Urban American garden artist AUTUMN DREAMS beautiful dream birds bloom blossoms botanist bright called charm CLUSTER OF LILIES color common flowers conifers dead deep delicate DREAM OF BEAUTY DREAMS MY GARDEN earth empty nests express eyes feeling FESTIVAL formal in art garden art GARDEN ENCLOSED garden glorious garden ideal GARDEN IN WINTER GARDEN MY GARDEN GARDEN OF DREAMS Grace Lillian Urban green harmonies heart human insects lily-of-the-valley little flower live look lovers Matthew Arnold MIDSUMMER MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM mystery nature nature's night garden NIGHT'S DREAM old tree ONE'S OWN GARDEN pageant peace perfect flower perfume petals pink poem poet poetical garden Reseda Odorata scent sense sentimental garden sight singing sleep song soul spirit spring springtime stamens stirs Sweet Brier symbol teach tell things Thomas Meehan tion true vision white rose bush wild winter garden wonderful yellow youth YOUTHERIE
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Halaman 76 - When the year's primal burst of bloom is o'er, Before the roses and the longest day When garden-walks and all the grassy floor With blossoms red and white of fallen May And chestnut-flowers are strewn So have I heard the cuckoo's parting cry, From the wet field, through the vext garden-trees, Come with the volleying rain and tossing breeze: The bloom is gone, and with the bloom go I!
Halaman 119 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.
Halaman 132 - For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. "Thus fares it still in our decay: And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind. "The blackbird amid leafy trees, The lark above the hill, Let loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when they will.
Halaman 76 - Soon will the high midsummer pomps come on, Soon will the musk carnations break and swell, Soon shall we have gold-dusted snapdragon, Sweet- William with his homely cottage-smell, And stocks in fragrant blow ; Roses that down the alleys shine afar, And open, jasmine-muffled lattices, And groups under the dreaming garden-trees, And the full moon, and the white evening-star.
Halaman 132 - My eyes are dim with childish tears. My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. Thus fares it still in our decay : And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind.
Halaman 132 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean. Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields. And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Halaman 75 - So, some tempestuous morn in early June, When the year's primal burst of bloom is o'er, Before the roses and the longest day...
Halaman 137 - Sweet the genesis of things, Of tendency through endless ages, Of star-dust, and star-pilgrimages, Of rounded worlds, of space and time, Of the old flood's subsiding slime, Of chemic matter, force and form, Of poles and powers, cold, wet, and warm: The rushing metamorphosis Dissolving all that fixture is, Melts things that be to things that seem, And solid nature to a dream.
Halaman 95 - DEAR common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride uphold, High-hearted buccaneers, o'erjoyed that they An Eldorado in the grass have found, Which not the rich earth's ample round May match in wealth, thou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be.
Halaman 69 - For now the Heavenly Power Makes all things new, And thaws the cold, and fills The flower with dew; The blackbirds have their wills, The poets too.