Author: H. I. S.Publisher:
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Languages : en
Pages : 112
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A Bunch of Violets; or, Poetry of the Heart. By H. I. S.
Author: H. I. S.A bunch of violets or, Poetry of the heart, by H.J.S.
Author: H J. SA Bunch of Violets Or, Poetry of the Heart, by H.J.S
Author: H J SPublisher: Legare Street Press
ISBN: 9781017108026
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Languages : en
Pages : 0
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A Bunch of Violets Or, Poetry of the Heart, by H.J.S
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ISBN: 9780371260319
Category : History
Languages : en
Pages : 118
Book Description
These in My Heart Poetry
Author: Kathy BallPublisher: Xlibris Corporation
ISBN: 1664162151
Category : Poetry
Languages : en
Pages : 111
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Violets and Other Tales
Author: Alice Moore Dunbar-NelsonPublisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
ISBN: 9781722495299
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 86
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Violets and Other Tales by Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson VIOLETS. I. "And she tied a bunch of violets with a tress of her pretty brown hair." She sat in the yellow glow of the lamplight softly humming these words. It was Easter evening, and the newly risen spring world was slowly sinking to a gentle, rosy, opalescent slumber, sweetly tired of the joy which had pervaded it all day. For in the dawn of the perfect morn, it had arisen, stretched out its arms in glorious happiness to greet the Saviour and said its hallelujahs, merrily trilling out carols of bird, and organ and flower-song. But the evening had come, and rest. There was a letter lying on the table, it read: "Dear, I send you this little bunch of flowers as my Easter token. Perhaps you may not be able to read their meaning, so I'll tell you. Violets, you know, are my favorite flowers. Dear, little, human-faced things! They seem always as if about to whisper a love-word; and then they signify that thought which passes always between you and me. The orange blossoms-you know their meaning; the little pinks are the flowers you love; the evergreen leaf is the symbol of the endurance of our affection; the tube-roses I put in, because once when you kissed and pressed me close in your arms, I had a bunch of tube-roses on my bosom, and the heavy fragrance of their crushed loveliness has always lived in my memory. The violets and pinks are from a bunch I wore to-day, and when kneeling at the altar, during communion, did I sin, dear, when I thought of you? The tube-roses and orange-blossoms I wore Friday night; you always wished for a lock of my hair, so I'll tie these flowers with them-but there, it is not stable enough; let me wrap them with a bit of ribbon, pale blue, from that little dress I wore last winter to the dance, when we had such a long, sweet talk in that forgotten nook. You always loved that dress, it fell in such soft ruffles away from the throat and bosom, -you called me your little forget-me-not, that night. I laid the flowers away for awhile in our favorite book, -Byron-just at the poem we loved best, and now I send them to you. Keep them always in remembrance of me, and if aught should occur to separate us, press these flowers to your lips, and I will be with you in spirit, permeating your heart with unutterable love and happiness." It is Easter again. As of old, the joyous bells clang out the glad news of the resurrection. The giddy, dancing sunbeams laugh riotously in field and street; birds carol their sweet twitterings everywhere, and the heavy perfume of flowers scents the golden atmosphere with inspiring fragrance. One long, golden sunbeam steals silently into the white-curtained window of a quiet room, and lay athwart a sleeping face. Cold, pale, still, its fair, young face pressed against the satin-lined casket. We are delighted to publish this classic book as part of our extensive Classic Library collection. Many of the books in our collection have been out of print for decades, and therefore have not been accessible to the general public. The aim of our publishing program is to facilitate rapid access to this vast reservoir of literature, and our view is that this is a significant literary work, which deserves to be brought back into print after many decades. The contents of the vast majority of titles in the Classic Library have been scanned from the original works. To ensure a high quality product, each title has been meticulously hand curated by our staff. Our philosophy has been guided by a desire to provide the reader with a book that is as close as possible to ownership of the original work. We hope that you will enjoy this wonderful classic work, and that for you it becomes an enriching experience.
The Poets and Poetry of America
Author: Rufus Wilmot GriswoldPublisher:
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Category : American poetry
Languages : en
Pages : 558
Book Description
The Poets and Poetry of America
Author: Publisher:
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Category : American poetry
Languages : en
Pages : 538
Book Description
The Poets and Poetry of America ... Seventeenth Edition ... Enlarged and Continued to the Present Time. With Portraits on Steel, Etc
Author: Rufus Wilmot GRISWOLDPublisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 660
Book Description
The Poets and Poetry of America to the Middle of the Nineteenth Century ... Eleventh Edition, Revised
Author: Rufus Wilmot GRISWOLDPublisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 596
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