In June I took part in a flower-drawing challenge (we were given the names of 15 flowers to draw; lettering/words were at our discretion if at all). I chose a Christian quality as a title for each of my flowers. Here are four that I did. Finish what I start One writing project t...
Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers— Up many and many a marvellous shrine Whose wreathed friezes intertwine The viol, the violet, and the vine. Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. So blend the turrets and shadows there That all seem pendulous in air, While from a proud...
“The viol, the violet, and the vine”; and the gracious, not remote or unreal beauty, which clings about such words and such images as these, was always to him the true poetical beauty. There never was a poet to whom verse came more naturally, for the song’s sake; his theories we...
Flowers thou hadst rear'd--to brush the dew From thine own lily, when thy grave Was deep, my mother, in the clay? Myself? Is it thus? Myself? Had I So little love for thee? But why Prevail'd not thy pure prayers? Why pray ...
thou art too dear for my possessing When to the sessions of sweet silent thought Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye The forward violet thus did I chide O lest the world should task you to recite Let me not to the marriage of true minds How oft, when thou, my music, music ...
And the violet in her eyes ;And my heart received its own despairThe thrall of a hopeless grace,And the knowledge of how youth dies. Live hair afloat with snakes of gold,And a throat as white as snow,And a stately figure and foot,And that faint, pink smile, so sweet and cold,Like...
And fair the violet’s gentle drooping head,The primrose, pale for love uncomforted,The rose that burgeons on the climbing briar,The crocus-bed, (that seems a moon of fireRound-girdled with a purple marriage-ring);And all the flowers of our English Spring,Fond snowdrops, and the ...
There once was a girl named violet, Who always wanted to be a pilot. Until the 25th November, As she can remember. She was walking home from school, … Down by the Riverside... Take me down to the river side, before I have to leave my life behind. I want to see the shining ...
Simply simple About 50 buttons on this device All labeled How can anyone not work this It's literally a gift from God It can control your TV … Balance Not rated yet Stars twinkling down, A dark violet dawn, Standing at the peak of night, A courage needing might, Here at the center ...
Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows,Quite over-canopied with lush woodbine,With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine,There sleeps Titania, sometime of the night,Lulled in those flowers with dances and delight.And there the snake rolls his enamelled skin,Full wide enough to wrap a fairy...