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HONEYSUCKLE. 



(Continued.) 



Pierced through the heart with your stern cruelty ! 



Shaks. 



Still thine own, its life retaineth 



Still must mine though bleeding beat ! . . . Byron. 



I with grief have striven, 

 But find with each receding day, 

 The arrow deeper driven ! C. G. 



Deep in my breast the rosy tyrant dwells, 

 Piercing, with cruel aim, each poison'd dart 



And if my eye, my soul's sad torment tells, 

 It speaks the secret anguish of my heart. . . . Song. 



Oh, cruel ! will no pang of pity pierce that heart ! 



Beattie. 



HONEYSUCKLE. 

 Lonicera. 



1 would not answer 

 hastily. 



We would consider of your suit, 



And come some other time to know our mind. Shaks, 



But lest you should not understand me well, 



(And yet, a maiden hath no tongue but thought,) 



I would detain you here some month or two, 



Before you venture for me Shaks. 



If you oblige me suddenly to choose, 



My choice is made and I must you refuse. Dryden. 



So much to win, so much to lose 



No marvel that I fear to choose L. E. L. 



HONEYSUCKLE, Wild. 

 Azalea. 



Generous and Yet, let me say, what firmly I believe, 



devoted love. Love can be ay, and is. I hold that love 

 Which chooseth from a thousand only one 

 To be the object of that tenderness 

 Natural to every heart ; which can resign 

 Its own best happiness for one dear sake : 

 Can bear with absence ; hath no part in hope, 

 For hope is somewhat selfish, love is not 

 And doth prefer another to itself. 

 Unchangeable and generous : what, like love, 

 Can melt away the dross of worldliness ; 

 Can elevate, refine, and make the heart 

 Of that pure gold which is the fitting shrine 

 For fire, as sacred as e'er came from heaven? 



L. E. L. 



Venetian Bracelet. 



