Floral sketches, fables, and other poems

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Effingham Wilson, 1836 - Animals - 155 pages
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Page 125 - That looks to the west, Thou dost find in its bosom Sweet shelter and rest ; And there dost betake thee, Till darkness is o'er, And the sunbeams awake thee To pleasure once more.
Page 47 - Attracteth many eyes ; But while her glories and perfume Expire before brief summer's doom, Thy fragrance never dies. Thou art not like the fickle train, Our adverse fates estrange ; Who, in the day of grief and pain, Are found deceitful, light, and vain, For thou dost never change. But thou art emblem of the friend, Who, whatsoe'er our lot, The balm of faithful love will lend, And, true and constant to the end, ',
Page 20 - It is natural to presume the Divine Teacher, according to his usual custom, called the attention of his hearers to some object at hand; and as the fields of the Levant are overrun with the Amaryllis lutea, whose golden liliaceous flowers, in • autumn, afford one of the most brilliant and gorgeous objects in nature, the expression of ' Solomon, in all his glory, not being arrayed like one of these,
Page 126 - THE ROBIN. A THOUSAND birds, in joyous tone, Proclaimed the birth of Spring ; But, Robin, thou art left alone The Autumn's dirge to sing. We hear the merry linnet's voice When waving woods look green, And thrush and nightingale rejoice When hawthorn buds are seen. But when they wither on the ground, Then, Robin, thou art heard To mourn their fall, in plaintive sound, For thou art Pity's bird. Where fading leaves their shadows fling, I love to see thee nigh ; A listener, when I touch the string, And...
Page 123 - Thou hast burst from thy prison, Bright child of the air, Like a spirit just risen From its mansion of care. Thou art joyously winging Thy first ardent flight, Where the gay lark is singing Her notes of delight. Where the sunbeams are throwing 10 Their glories on thine, Till thy colours are glowing With tints more divine.
Page 43 - Is wreathed with many a flower That blossoms there, unscathed and free, Through storm and shower. There, bright as gems of fairy lore, Or eastern poet's dream, The horned poppies gild the shore With sunny gleam. The threatening clouds and tempests dark No terrors have for them, When billows 'whelm the gallant bark From stern to stem...
Page 15 - FAIR lilies of Jerusalem, Ye wear the same array As when imperial Judah's stem Maintained its regal sway. By sacred Jordan's desert tide As bright ye blossom on As when your simple charms outvied The pride of Solomon. Ye flourished when the captive band, By prophets warned in vain, Were led to far Euphrates...
Page 47 - The bine-weed pure and pale, That sues to all for aid, And when rude storms assail Her snowy virgin veil, Doth like some timid maid, In conscious weakness most secure, Unscathed its sternest shocks endure. How fair her pendant wreath O'er bush and brake is twining ! While meekly there beneath, Mid fern and blossomed heath, Her lowlier sisters shining ; Tinged with the blended hues that streak A slumbering infant's tender cheek.
Page 44 - When men who've braved the cannon's roar Are pale with speechless dread, The Stonecrop calmly mantles o'er Her rugged bed. The Red-bind to the barren soil Clings safe, 'midst all alarms, While drowning seamen vainly toil, With fainting arms. The Burnet there securely grows, And scorns to turn away, When o'er her hardy bosom blows The drifting spray. Eringo to the threatening storm, With dauntless pride, uprears His azure crest and warrior form, And points his spears. Unbidden there the Borrage springs,...
Page 19 - Euphrates' strand From Jordan's pleasant plain ; In hostile lands to weep and dream Of things that still were free, And sigh to see your golden gleam, Sweet flowers of Galilee ! Ye have survived Judea's throne, Her temple's overthrow, And seen proud Salem sitting lone, A widow in her woe : But, lilies of Jerusalem, Through every change ye shine ; Your golden urns unfading gem The fields of Palestine ! Strickland.

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