GERANIUM. 



(Continued.) 



The heavy hours are almost past, 

 That part my love and me ; 



My longing eyes may hope at last 

 Their only wish to see . . . 



Lyttdton. 



I go my love to meet 

 Oh ! may I find her as we parted last 

 And may each future hour be like the past. . same. 

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Oh ! how impatience gains upon the soul, 

 When the long promised hour of joy draws near ! 

 How slow the tardy moments seem to roll ! Mrs. Tighe. 



'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark 



Our coming, and look brighter when we come. Byron. 



Let fate frown on, so we part not ; 

 'Tis life where thou art, 'tis death where thou art not. 



Moore. 



GERANIUM, Oak. 



P. quercifolium. 



Lady, deign to smile. Oh. where are the bright gleaming glances I miss ? 



Anon. 



Do not blast my springing hopes, 



That thy kind hand has planted in my soul ! . Rowe. 



Nor send me by thy frown from her I love, 



Distant and sad ; a banish'd man to rove. . . Prior. 



What dangerous action, stood it next to death, 

 Would I not undergo for one calm look ? . . Shaks. 



Loose, now and then, a scatter'd smile, 



And that I '11 live upon same. 



Lady, I pray thee give 

 One look whereon may absence live. 

 One word, upon my ear to dwell, 

 And then, sweet lady mine farewell ! . . L. E. L. 



GERANIUM, Rose. 



P. capita turn. 



Preference. But *hee I love, by love's own sweet constraint. Shaks. 



Admir'd Miranda ! 

 Indeed, the top of admiration : worth 

 What 's dearest to the world ! full many a lady 

 I have eyed with best regard ; and many a time 

 The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage 

 Brought my too diligent ears ; but you Oh, you, 

 So perfect and so peerless, are created 

 Of every creature best Shaks. 



