OUR COMPOUND FLOWERS. — CAMPANULA. 133 



love for these flowers was strengthened by the odes, and similes, and 

 allusions of those pastoral poets in whose verses we luxuriated. Now 

 we do not wonder at Carey's anxiety and care in rearing the Daisy 

 in India ; and we enter into his joy when first it put forth its opening 

 bud to look on the sultry glare of a sun that loved it not. Now we 

 think it natural that the Daisy claimed in yore due obeisance from 

 knights and their dames as the emblem of fidelity and love ; now we 

 participate in all old Chaucer's hearty enthusiasm. He was never 

 weary of singing the beauty of the Daisy, and his admiration was 

 sincere. He says, 



" The long dale I hope me for to abide 

 For nothing ellis, and I shall not lie. 

 But for to lokin upon the Daisie, 

 That wel by reason men it calle male 

 The Daisie, or els the eye of the daie : 

 The emprize, and the floure of flouris all." 



And again he tells us, 



" that there is game none 

 That fro my bookis makith me to gone : " 



yet did oft his love of this " star of the mead " force him away from 

 them : — 



" To them have I so grete aifectioun, 

 As I saied erst, whan comin is the Maie, 

 That in my bedde there dawith me no daie 

 That I n'am up and walking in the mede. 

 To sene this floure ayenst the sunne sprede 

 Whan it upriseth erly by the morowe ; 

 That blissfull sight softinith all my sorow ; — 

 So glad am I when that I have presence 

 Of it to doin it all reverence. 

 As she that is of all flouris the floure, 

 FulfiUid of all vertue and honoure. 

 And evil' alike faire and freshe of hewe 

 As wel in winter as in summir newe ; 

 This love I evre, and shall until I die. 

 All svA'ere I not of this, I woll nat lie. 



" There lovid no wight hottir in his life ; 

 And whan that it is eve I renne blithe. 

 As sone as evir the sunne ginnith west. 

 To sene this floure how it woll go to rest ; 

 For fere of night, so hatith she darknesse. 

 Here chere is plainly spred in the brightnesse 

 Of the sunne, for there it will unclose : 

 Alas that I ne' had English, rime, or prose, 

 Suffisaunt this floure to praise aright* ! " 



356. Campanula latifolia. Throat-wort. — Deans. B. Dulaw 

 dean ; and in the Pease dean above the bridge. Banks of the White- 

 adder below Chirnside bridge. Dr. R. Dunlop. On the wooded bank 

 of a stream below Chatterton-ford, on the farm of Crunkley, in the 



* " Legende of Good Women," — in which there is much more to a 

 similar purport. 



