 Tis Flora's page: — In every place, In every season, fresh and fair, It opens with perennial grace, And blossoms everywhere. On waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded rise; The Rose has but a summer reign, — The Daisy never dies.  First flowers, by a literary amateur - Halaman 76oleh First flowers - 1825 - 271 halamanTampilan utuh - Tentang buku ini
 | Shrewsbury (England). Royal School - 1801 - 368 halaman
...bee murmurs on its breast, The blue-fly bends its pensile stem Light o'er the sky-lark's nest. 'Tis Flora's page : in every place, In every season, fresh...fair, It opens with perennial grace, And blossoms everywhere. On waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded rise : The rose has but... | |
 | David Phineas Adams, William Emerson, Samuel Cooper Thacher - 1806 - 788 halaman
...breast, The blue-fly bends its pensile stem, Light iiVr tin; sky-lark's neat'Tis FLORA'S pajfc :-. — -In every place, In every season, fresh and fair,...every where. On waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The Rose has but a summer-reign, The DAISY never dies. THE SNOW DllOP.... | |
 | Samuel Cooper Thacher, David Phineas Adams, William Emerson - 1806 - 788 halaman
...murmurs on it ' The blue-fly bends its pensile sten, Light o'er the sky-lark's nest 'Tis FLORA'S page: In every season, fresh and fair, It opens with perennial...blossoms every where. On waste and woodland, rock агЛ pb1Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The Rose has but a summer-reign, The DAISY never dies. TUE... | |
 | Samuel Cooper Thacher, David Phineas Adams, William Emerson - 1806 - 796 halaman
...stem, Light o'er the sky-lark's nest 'Tis FLORA'S page: Inrvfn?I»c?' In every season, fresh and (ш, It opens with perennial grace, And blossoms every where. On waste and woodland, rock and pbiIts humble buds unheeded rise: • The Rose has but a summer-reifi The DAISY never dies. THE ssow... | |
 | James Montgomery - 1813 - 192 halaman
...wild-bee murmurs on its breast, The blue-fly bends its pensile stem, Light o'er the sky-lark's nest. 'Tis FLORA'S page : in every place, In every season, fresh...every where. On waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The Rose has but a summer-reign, The DAISY never dies. 153 THE SNOW-DROP.... | |
 | John Britton, Edward Wedlake Brayley - 1813 - 696 halaman
...wild-bee murmurs on its breast, The blue-fly bends its pensile stem. That decks the sky-lark's nest. Tis FLORA'S page:— In every place, In every season fresh...fair, It opens with perennial grace, And blossoms every-where. On waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The ROSE has but... | |
 | John Britton - 1813 - 614 halaman
...wild-bee .murmurs on its breast, The blue- fly bends its pensile stem, That decks the sky-lark's nest. Tis FLORA'S page:— In every place, In every season fresh...fair, It opens with perennial grace, And blossoms every-where. On waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The ROSE has but... | |
 | John Britton, Edward Wedlake Brayley, Joseph Nightingale, James Norris Brewer, John Evans, John Hodgson, Francis Charles Laird, Frederic Shoberl, John Bigland, Thomas Rees - 1813 - 936 halaman
...wHd-bee murmurs on its breast, The blue-fly bends its pensile stem, That decks the sky-lark's nest. Tis FLORA'S page:— In every place, In every season fresh and fair, it opens with perennial graoe, , And blossoms every-where. On waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded... | |
 | James Montgomery - 1815 - 186 halaman
...Light o'er the sky-lark's nest. 'Tis FLORA'S page : in every place, In every. season fresh and i'air, It opens with perennial grace, And blossoms every where. On waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The Rose has but a summer-reign, The DAISY never dies. THE SNOW-DROP.... | |
 | Elizabeth Tomkins - 1817 - 276 halaman
...wild-bee murmurs on its breast ; The blue-fly bends its pensile stem. That decks the sky-lark's nest. 'Tis Flora's page : in every place, In every season, fresh...every where. On waste and wood-land, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The rose baa but a summer reign, The daisy never diei. THE MOUNTAIN... | |
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