CROCUS. 

 Crocus. 



Cheerfulness. Frame your mind to mirth and merriment, 



Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life. Shaks. 



Then her mirth oh ! 't was sportive as ever took wing 

 From the heart, with a burst, like the wild bird in spring. 



Moore. 



While her laugh, full of life, without any control 



But the sweet one of gracefulness, rung from her soul. 



And where it most sparkled, no glance could discover, 



In lip, cheek, or eyes, for she brighteri'd all over. 



Like any fair lake that the breeze is upon, 



When it breaks into dimples, and laughs in the sun. 



same. 



I cannot paint to thee the charm 

 Which thou hast wrought on me, 



Thy laugh, so like the wild bird's song, 



In the first bloom-touch'd tree L. E. L 



CROWN IMPERIAL. Majesty. Power. 

 Fritillaria imperialism 



In his face sat meekness, heighten'd with majestic grace. 



Denham. 



Who paused to look again, 

 Saw more than marks the crowd of vulgar men. Byron. 



The power of thought the magic of the mind. same. 



See, what a grace was seated on this brow : 



Hyperion's curls ; the front of Jove himself; 



An eye, like Mars, to threaten and command ; 



A station like the herald Mercury, 



New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; 



A combination and a form, indeed, 



Where every god did seem to set his seal, 



To give the world assurance of a man! . . . Shaks. 



What peremptory eagle-sighted eye, 



Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, 



That is not blinded by her majesty ? . . . . same. 



High on the circle of her brow erithron'd, 

 From each majestic motion darting awe, 

 Devoted awe ! till cherish'd by her looks 

 Benevolent, and meek confiding love, 

 To rapture soften'd all the soul. . . 



Akenside. 



His changing cheek, his sinking heart, confess 



The might the majesty of loveliness. . . . Byron. 



