This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1893 Excerpt: ...face, 'O fairer in thy forest-bed, And sweeter than all flowers, ' she said. Howe'er it be, one thing I wot, Thou hast a virtue these have not; Ay, modest weed, for matched with thee The snowdrop flaunts her purity, Pride lifts the cowslip, the wild rose As conscious of her beauty glows, The violet so demurely bent, Of ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1893 Excerpt: ...face, 'O fairer in thy forest-bed, And sweeter than all flowers, ' she said. Howe'er it be, one thing I wot, Thou hast a virtue these have not; Ay, modest weed, for matched with thee The snowdrop flaunts her purity, Pride lifts the cowslip, the wild rose As conscious of her beauty glows, The violet so demurely bent, Of her own heart is redolent; Each lovely sister, as is meet, Breathes sweetness in itself complete, Ere tasted, past imagining; But thou, a tear-born, holy thing, In whose dim fragrance we recall Earth's odour, the dear source of all, Whose forms a myriad tints unfold, Coral and amber, green and gold, Deem'st not thyself too fair or sweet To spread a carpet for man's feet; And more, belike, in thee is found Of heaven, as nearer to the ground. So, in God's sight, methinks, 'tis true, That of all deeds we mortals do, All thoughts that harbour in the breast The sweetest are the lowliest. THE MUMMY-PEA Here blooms in England, and to-day, Unmarked, a miracle of flowers, Whose seed far centuries away Was orbed in other climes than ours: Strange thought the very parent-stem That rocked its pendent cradle-pod Once haply met the gaze of them That spake with him who spake with God; Or in some garden of great kings, Which erst the Sire of nations knew, Unfurled the selfsame snowy wings That next were spread for me and you. When last the parent pea-flower's scent Did o'er the fields of summer flit, Pharaoh's dark daughter may have bent Her stately head to feast on it. Then sudden darkness fell: the seed Lay coffined with the mighty dead, While centuries of human deed, Unheard, were passing overhead. When next it woke, the earth was old: Four thousand years had ceased to be, As from this plot of English mould It looked and breathed on you and me. Hail fair...
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