The General Armstrong lies beneath The waves in far Fayal, But still his countrymen shall wreathe Reid's name with laurels tall; The sun and moon are fair to see Above the blue Azores, But fairer far Reid's victory Beside their storied shores.
Wreathe pride now for his granite brow, lay love on his breast of stone.
Wreathe the steed and lead him-- For the charge he led Touched and turned the cypress Into amaranths for the head Of Philip, king of riders, Who raised them from the dead.
Wreathe the black cannon that scowled on our foes, All but her friendships the nation forgets!
For even as all the gleaming girth of stars That wreathe the Illimitable beauteously Quench not the vast of night, so do all joys Life strews along her passing to the grave Prevail not o'er the shadow of sure death.
Great man he is, and him I give That gratitude of mine, Which must in brilliance while I live With brightest glory shine, To wreathe a radiance always gay Around the worthy breast Of him who first discovered play And gave the nations rest.
The twining grasses verdant wreathe Above her silent grave; The rose and violet over all Their purest blossoms wave; Unbidden from their fountains fall The tender tides of tears; A sorrow winds among the days, And chains the passing years.
If garlands none to singers cling, Bays wreathe above the songs they sing.
We may clasp their hands in ours, And catch the light of their clearer eyes, And wreathe their brows with immortal flowers.
Surely he belongs to those described by the Bishop of Exeter: "Men who trample self beneath them, Men who make their country wreathe them.
The foeman need not frown, They all are powerless now; We gather them here and we lay them down, And tears and prayers are the only crown We bring to wreathe each brow.
They wreathe with it the warrior's brow, And crown the chieftain's head; But the laurel's leaves love best to grace The garland of the dead.
And I had another sister, With cheeks all bright with bloom; And another morn I missed her -- She had gone towreathe a tomb.
God sings to man through all my rays That wreathe the brow of night, And walks with me thro' all my ways -- The everlasting light.
Yes, mother, I do sigh, and wring my hands, Beat my poor breast, and wreathe my tender arms.
Up, Receive this God to Thebes; pour forth the cup Of sacrifice, and pray, and wreathe thy brow.
Here take our homage, Chief and Sire; Here wreathe with bay thy conquering brow, And bid the prancing Mede retire, Our Caesar thou!
Above the clatter and down from the children's bedroom floated Lydia's little contralto lilt: "Wreathe me no gaudy chaplet; Make it from simple flowers Plucked from the lowly valley After the summer showers.
Another pause--and still more softly: "Wreathe me no gaudy chaplet; Make it from simple flowers Plucked from the lowly valley After the summer showers.
Wreathe me no gaudy chaplet; Make it from simple flowers Plucked from the lowly valleys After the summer showers.
White and purple orchidswreathe the forest trees, troops of red monkeys chatter among the boughs, and woodland vistas reveal leagues of emerald rice and golden millet.
RHINE WINE With laurel wreathethe glass's vintage mellow, And drink it gayly dry!
And wreathe above the lost, the broken-hearted, Some idle weed, that knew not how to bloom.
The smooth brown braids still wreathe her head; Her simple garments are full of grace, As if, with color and taste, she fain Would ward off eyes from her paling face.
Yet, though with busy fingers No more we wreathe the flowers, An airy perfume lingers, A brightness still is ours.
Now, hushed the banquet and the tables all Removed, huge wine-bowls for each guest apart They wreathe with flowers.
Wreathe your hair, And pass the wine-bowl merrily, and call Each on our common God, the guardian of us all.
I must endure the end and show I live Though this same plaintive wreathe doth show me forsaken.
Yet with no wintry garland from the woods, Wrought of the leafless branch, or ivy sear, Wreathe I thy tresses, dark December!
