LOCOST, 



The green leaves. 



Robinia. 

 Pseudo Acacia,. 



Affection beyond the In his grave assure thyself my love is buried. Skaks. 



grave. 



Time tempers love, but not removes, 

 More hallow'd when its hope is fled ; 

 Oh ! what are thousand living loves, 

 To that which cannot quit the dead. 



When true hearts are wither'd, 



And fond ones are flown, 



Oh, who would inhabit 



This bleak world alone ? . . . . 



. . Byron. 



Moore. 



When the stem dies, the leaf that grew 



Out of its heart, must perish too same. 



The tear that is shed, though in secret it roll, 



Shall long keep his memory green in my soul. same. 



Sorrow ends not when it seemeth done. 



Skaks. 



LOTOS FLOWER. 

 The Water Lotos. 



Estranged love. Hero the poor lover than has long endured 



Some proud nymph's scorn, of his fond passion cured. 



Sliaks. 



This weak impress of love, is as a figure 

 Trenched in ice ; which, with an hour's heat, 

 Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form. . . same. 



At first I did adore a twinkling star, 



But now I worship a celestial sun. 



TJnheedful vows may hecdfully be broken. . . same. 



So the remembrance of my former love 



Is by a newer object quite forgotten same. 



Answer. 

 Some witchery seems to await you ! . . . . Moore. 



Are you not Lysander ? 

 I am as fair now, as I was erewhile. . . . Shaks. 



Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love, 

 For whose dear sake thou didst then rend thy faith 

 Into a thousand oaths : and all those oaths 

 Descended into perjury same. 



She dreams of him that has forgot her love. . same. 



But you, 

 " In all, save form alone, how changed !" . . Byron. 



