LOVE IN-A-MIST. 



(Continued.) 



Without a word, a look of tenderness, 



To be called up, when, in his lonely hours 



He would indulge in weeping Rogers. 



LOVE LIES-A-BLEED1NG. 

 Amaranthus caudatus. 



Hopeless, not The dead will soon forget, and I 

 heartless. Shall soon be with the dead. 



Anon. 



I had not lived till now, could sorrow kill ! 

 Death shuns the wretch, who fain the blow would meet. 



Byron. 



Ambition's dreams I 've seen depart ; 



***** 



Have felt of love the venom'd dart 

 When hope has flown 



Scott. 



Oh ! had we never, never met, 



Or could this heart e'en now forget 



How link'd, how bless'd we might have been, 



Had fate not frown'd so dark between. . . . Moore. 



Now farewell ! 

 Thou that hast been, what words may never tell. 



Hemans. 



His friends beheld, and pitied him in vain, 

 For what relief can ease a lover's pain ? . 



Darwin. 



LUPINE. 



Lupinus. 



Imagination. Where beams of warm imagination play. . , 



And the wild sparkle of his eye seem'd caught 

 From high, and lighten'd with electric thought. 



Pope. 



Byron. 

 O'er all bright fancy's beamy radiance shone. Ogilvie. 



Bright-ey'd fancy hov'ring o'er, 

 Scatters from her pictur'd urn, 

 Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. . Gray. 



Do what he will, he cannot realize 

 Half he conceives the glorious vision flies. 

 Go where he may, he cannot hope to find 

 The truth, the beauty, pictured in his mind. 



But beyond 



This energy of truth, whose dictates bind 

 Assenting reason, the benignant sire, 

 To deck the honour'd paths of just and good, 

 Has added bright imagination's ray. . . . Akenside. 



