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THE FLOWERS OF SCOTT, MILTON AND SHAKESPEARE, MID 19TH CENTURY
By Emma Bartlett
Lithographs with hand colour
Published by Ackermann & Co, 1854
Paper Size 31 cm x 23 cm

Priced individually.


REF: P1021 The flowers of Milton. £65.00 + VAT	REF: P1022 Yet more be loves, in autumn prime, The hazel’s spreading boughs to climb, And down its cluster’d stores to hail Where young Matilda holds her veil. Rokeby, Canto 4, Stanza 12. £65.00 + VAT

REF: P1023 The flowers of Scott. £65.00 + VAT	REF: P1024 Under foot the violet Crocus, and hyacinth, with rich inlay Broidered the ground. Book 4, line 700. £65.00 + VAT

REF: P1025 Oft halts the stranger there, For thence may best his curious eye The memorable field descry; And shepherd boys repair To seek the water-flat and rush And rest them by the hawthorn bush, And plait their garlands fair; Nor dream they sit upon the grave, That holds the bones of Marmion brave Marmion, Canto 6. Stanza, 37. £65.00 + VAT	REF: P1026 With fairest flowers Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Eidele I’ll sweeten thy sad grave: thou shalt not lack The flower that’s like thy face, pale Primrose, nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins: no, nor The leaf of Eglantine, whom not to slander outsweeten’d not thy breath: Yea, and furr’d moss besides when flowers are none, To winter-ground thy corse. Cymbeline, Act, 4. Scene 2. £40.00 + VAT

REF: P1027 Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March, with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes, Or Cutherea’s breath; pale primroses. ...bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial, lilies of all kinds The flower-de-luce being one. The Winter’s Tale, Act 4, Scene 3. £65.00 + VAT	REF: P1028 Here trees to every crevice clung, And o’er the dell their branches hung; And there, all splilnter’d and uneven, The shiver’d rocks ascend to heaven; Oft too, the ivy swath’d their breast, And wreathed its garland round their crest, Or from the spires bade loosely flare Its tendrils in the middle air, Rokeby, Canto 2, Stanza 8. £65.00 + VAT

REF: P1029 Around its broken summit grew The hazel rude, and sable yew; A thousand varied Lichens dyed Its waste and weather-beaten side Rokeby, Canto 3, Stanza 8. £50.00 + VAT	REF: P1030 His native lays in Irish tongue, To soothe her infant ear he sung, And primrose twined with daisy fair, To form a chaplet for her hair. Rokeby, Canto, 4, stanza, 11. £65.00 + VAT

REF: P1031 Let merry England proudly rear her blended roses bought so dear, Rokeby, Canto, 5, Stanza 13. £65.00 + VAT	REF: P1032 Merciful heaven! Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, Splitt’st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak, Than the soft myrtle. Measure for Measure, Act 2, Scene 7. £40.00 + VAT

REF: P1033 Within the infant rind of this small flower Poison bath residence and med’cine power; For this being smelt, with that part cheers each part; Being tasted slays all senses with the heart. Romeo and Juliet, Act 2, Scene 3. £65.00 + VAT	REF: P1034 Sometimes walking not unseen By hedge-row elms, on hillocks green, ..... And every Shepherd tells his talke Under the hawthorn in the dale. L’Allegro, Line 57. £65.00 + VAT

REF: P1035 Flow’rs were the couch, Pansies, and violets and asphadel, And hyacinth, earth’s freshest, softest lap. Book 9, Line 1039. £65.00 + VAT	REF: P1036 Thee shepherd, thee the woods and desert caves With wild thyme and the vine o’ergrown, And all their echoes morn. The willows and the hazel copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. Lycidas, Line 39. £40.00 + VAT

REF: P1037 And throw sweet garland wreaths into her stream Of pansies, pinks and gaudy daffodils. Comus, Line 850. £40.00 + VAT	REF: P1038 Paradise Regained. ‘His snares are broke: For though that seat of earthly bliss be fail’d, A fairer Paradise is founded now For Adam and his chosen sons.’ £65.00 + VAT

REF: P1039 But to nobler sights Michael from Adam’s eyes the film remov’d, Which that false fruit that promised clearer sight Had bred; then purg’d with euphrasy and rue, The visual nerve, for he had much to see. Book 11, Line 411. £40.00 + VAT	REF: P1040 Full forty days he pass’d, whether on hill Sometimes, anon in shady vale, each night Under the covert of some ancient oak Or cedar, to defend him from the dew. Book 1, Line 305. SOLD

REF: P1041 May thy lofty head be crown’d With many a tower and terrace round, And-here and-there thy banks upon With groves of myrrh and cinnamon. Comus, Line 934. £40.00 + VAT	REF: P1042 Within the navel of this hideous wood, Immured in cypress shades a sorcerer dwells, Of Bacchus and of Circe barn, great comus. Comus, Line 520. £40.00 + VAT

REF: P1043 Nor slept the winds Within their stony caves, but rush’d abroad From the four hinges of the world, and fell On the vex’d wilderness, whose tallest pines, Though rooted deep as high, and sturdiest oaks Bow’d their stiff necks, loaden with stormy blasts. Book 4, Line 415. £40.00 + VAT	REF: P1044 He saw the prophet, also how he fled Into the desert, and how there he slept Under a juniper. Book 2, Line 270. £40.00 + VAT

REF: P1045 Yet once more O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with joy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude. Lycidas, Line 1. £40.00 + VAT	REF: P1046 How dizzy ‘tis, to cast one’s eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles: half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! King Lear, Act 4, Scene 6. £40.00 + VAT

REF: P1047 So I charm’d their ears That calf like they my lowing follow’d through Tooth’d briers, sharp furzes prickled gorse thorn. Tempest, Act 4, Scene 1. £40.00 + VAT	REF: P1048 The trees, tho summer, yet forlorn and lean, O’ercome with moss and baleful misletoe. ..... But straight they told me, they would bind me here Unto the body of a dismal yew; And leave me to this miserable death. Titus Andronicus, Act 2, Scene 3. £40.00 + VAT

REF: P1049 There is a man haunts the forest, that abuses our young plants with carving Rosalind on their barks: hangs odes upon hawthorns, and elegies on brambles: all, forsooth, deifying the name of Rosalind. As you like it, Act 3 Scene 2. £40.00 + VAT	REF: P1050 Awake; the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us; we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended plants, how blows the citron grove, What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed, How nature paints her colours, how the bee Sits on the bloom, extracting liquid sweet. Book 5, LIne 20. £40.00 + VAT

REF: P1051 But O that hapless virgin, our lost sister, Where may she wander now, whither betake her From the chill dew, amongst rude burs and thistles,” Perhaps some cold bank is her bolster now, Or ‘gainst the rugged bark of some broad elm Leans her unpilllow’d head fraught with sad fears. Comus, Line 351. SOLD	REF: P1052 To Her Most Gracious Majesty, The Queen These Flowers are Dedicated, by permission By Her Majesty’s most devoted Servant, Jane Elizabeth Giraud Faversham, 20th June, 1846

REF: P1053 To those Friends who by their liberal support and kind...	REF: P1054 To Herbert Giraud Esq Profesor of Chemistry and Materia Medica, in the Grant College, Bombay, this Garland from his native land, is Dedicated, by His Sister Faversham, 1st January 1846

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