LICHEN. 



(Continued.) 



No, 'tis not here that solitude is known, 



Through the wide world he only is alone 



Who lives not for another Rogers. 



There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, 



There is a rapture in the lonely shore, 



There is society, where none intrudes, 



By the deep sea, and music in its roar. 



I love not man the less, but nature more, 



From these our interviews, in which I steal 



From all I may be, or have been before, 



To mingle with the universe, and feel 



What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal. 



Byron. 



If from society we learn to live, 

 'Tis solitude should teach us how to die ; 

 It hath no flatterers ; vanity can give 

 No hollow aid ; alone man with his God must strive. 



same. 



LILAC, Purple. 



Syringa. 



The first emotions 

 of love. 



Methinks I feel this youth's perfections 

 Steal with an invisible and subtle stealth, 

 To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be ! 



Shaks. 



Love, where he gets possession, his first work 



Is to dig deep within a heart, and there 



Lie hid, and, like a miser in the dark, 



To feast alone Dryden. 



The yielding smile that 's half supprest, 



The short quick breath, the trembling tear, 



The swell tumultuous of the breast, 



In Armine's favour all appear Cartwright. 



How beautiful she look'd ! her conscious heart 

 Glow'd in her cheek, and yet she felt no wrong. 



Byron. 



LILAC, White. 



Syringa vulgaris. 



Youth. A lovely being scarcely form'd or moulded, 



A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded. Byron. 



Now is the morning of thy years, 



And all is joy before thee ! B. Chester. 



Glad spirits sparkled in Narcissa's eyes, 



And made youth younger, and taught life to live. 



Young. 



