THE FABLES OF FLORA. Si 



A Rose, the poet's favourite flower. 

 From Flora's cultured walks he bore; 



No fairer bloomed in Esher's bower. 

 Nor Prior's charming Chloe wore. 



No fairer flowers could Fancy twine 

 To hide Anacreon's snowy hair; 



For there Almeria's bloom divine, 

 And Elliot's sweetest blush was there. 



When she, the pride of courts, retires. 

 And leaves ibr shades, a nation's love. 



With awe the village maid admires. 

 How Waldegrave looks, how Walde« 

 grave moves. 



So marvelled much in Enon's shade 

 The flowers that all uncultured grew. 



When there the splendid Rose displayed 

 Her swelling breast, and shining hue. 



