Pitch your tent where you will in midsummer, a bed of roses, a clump of poppies and a bunch of bluebells will adorn your camping.

They were simple flowers, such as I had known in childhood and had not found in Virginiayarrow, and queen of the meadow, and bluebells, and the little eyebright.

All the walls are white with lime, Big blue periwinkles climb And kiss the crumbling window-sill; Snug inside I sit and rhyme, Planning, poem, book, or fable, At my darling beech-wood table Fresh with bluebells from the hill.

On the grass banks sloping away beneath the terrace gardens, sheets of bluebells shone almost whitely on the grass.

I" "WHO WAS IT SWEPT AGAINST MY DOOR" "FACE IN THE TOMB THAT LIES SO STILL" "I KNOW NOT IN WHAT PLACE" RESURRECTION "WHEN THE LONG DAY HAS FADED" "HER EYES ARE BLUEBELLS NOW" "THE DEAD AROSE" "THE BLOOM UPON THE GRAPE" THE FRIEND ADORATION

"HER EYES ARE BLUEBELLS NOW" Her eyes are bluebells now, her voice a bird, And the long sighing grass her elegy; She who a woman was is now a star In the high heaven shining down on me.

"HER EYES ARE BLUEBELLS NOW" Her eyes are bluebells now, her voice a bird, And the long sighing grass her elegy; She who a woman was is now a star In the high heaven shining down on me.

From the past a voice is calling, From heaven a star is falling, And dew swells in the bluebells Above her hillside grave.

The ground shadowed with bluebells, even to the formation of a plumb-like bloom upon its little knolls and ridges; and ever through the dell windeth a little path chequered with the shades of aspens and ashes and the most verdant and lively of all the family of trees.

Five inches deep Sir Goldfish lies, Here last September was he laid, Poppies these that were his eyes, Of fish-bones were these bluebells made.

I want to brush my face against the grass, and wade in a wave of bluebells.

How the mignonette's sweet blooming was perfuming all the walks, Where the hollyhocks stood proudly with their blossom-dotted stalks; While the old-maids' pinks were nodding groups of gossips, here and there, And the bluebells swung so lightly in the lazy, hazy air!

After 'Home, Sweet Home' came 'The Bluebells of Scotland,' after that 'Annie Laurie'; and Mr. Spicer's repertory was at an end.

I know The arch, sweet languor of thy fleeting grace, The windy lovebeams of thy dwelling-place, Thy dim dells where in azure bluebells blow, The brimming rivers where thy lightnings go Harmless and full and swift from race to race.

BLUEBELLS Where the bluebells and the wind are, Fairies in a ring I spied,

BLUEBELLS Where the bluebells and the wind are, Fairies in a ring I spied,

Now there are masses of yarrow, marguerites, rhododendrons, bluebells, and great trees of white and purple lilacs.

The spring had come, clothing the weird branches of the elms with a tender garb of green, the anemones in the woods yielded to the bluebells and these to carpets of primroses and violets.

Golden rod, golden daisies, and bluebells were plentiful and very pretty.

"You'll tak' the high road and I'll tak' the low road" 'Tis a song that we all know, To bring back the days in Bonnie Scotland, Where the heather and the bluebells Whang!

She is looking back upon the enclosure where the white stones overtop the bluebells.

The red of the autumn still on the hills,while the bluebells are rushing over the copses.

Carrie held a large bunch of bluebells in her hand.

The bluebells were fading in the woods, but in the cottage gardens the lilacs were all fragrance, and the crown-imperials showed their heads of yellow and red.

So I sang the song he chose, "My love, she's but a lassie yet"; and he took the bunch of bluebells from my braids, and was gone.