 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.  Rambles Through the Land of Burns - Pagina 3door Archibald R. Adamson - 1879 - 274 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Shrewsbury (England). Royal School - 1801 - 368 pagina’s
...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...Its humble buds unheeded rise : The rose has but a summer-reign ; The daisy never dies. J. MONTGOMERY. Das Wesen des Epigramms. Salb ifl ba« Epigramm... | |
 | David Phineas Adams, William Emerson, Samuel Cooper Thacher - 1806 - 788 pagina’s
...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, 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... | |
 | Samuel Cooper Thacher, David Phineas Adams, William Emerson - 1806 - 788 pagina’s
...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 grace, And blossoms every where. On waste and woodland, rock агЛ pb1Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The Rose has but... | |
 | John Britton - 1813 - 614 pagina’s
...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...Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The ROSE has but a Summer-reign,— The DAISY never dies.* The list which we have just given is of the dietetic of agricultural... | |
 | John Britton, Edward Wedlake Brayley - 1813 - 696 pagina’s
...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...Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The ROSE has but a Summer-reign,— The DAISY never dies.* The list which we have just given is of the dietetic or agricultural... | |
 | 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 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | Elizabeth Tomkins - 1817 - 276 pagina’s
...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 wood-land, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The rose baa but... | |
 | 1818 - 400 pagina’s
...given many poetical eulogies in our former -volumes j we may still say of it, with Mr.. Montgomery, Tis Flora's Page : — in every place, In every season...opens, with perennial grace, And blossoms everywhere, C On waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded rise ; The rote has but a summer... | |
 | 1820 - 190 pagina’s
...bee murmurs on its breast, The blue fiy bends its pensile stem, Light o'er the sky lark's nest. 'Tis Flora's page : — In every place, In every season...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... | |
 | James Montgomery - 1821 - 294 pagina’s
...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 every where. THE SNOW-DROP. WINTER, retire ! Thy reigu is past ; Hoary Sire ! ' Tield the sceptre of... | |
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