POLYANTHOS. 



(Continued.) 



How light was thy heart till love's witchery came, 

 Like the wind of the south* o'er a summer lute blowing, 

 And hush'd all its music, and wither'd its frame. 



Moore. 



POMEGRANATE, Flower. Mature and Impatient nature had taught motion 



finished elegance. To start fro m tini and > cheerfully, to fly 

 Punica. Before, and seize upon maturity Crashaw. 



Mature she was 

 Grace shap'd her limbs, and beauty deck'd her face. 



Prior. 



Sylvia 's like autumn ripe, yet mild as May, 



More bright than noon, yet fresh as early day. . Gay. 



Time's wing but seem'd, in stealing o'er, 



To leave her lovelier than before Moore. 



POPPY, Red. 



Papaver rhaeas. 



Consolation. Exalt th y love-dejected heart ; 



Be mine the task, or e'er we part, 

 To make thee grief resign. . . 



. Parnell. 



Pray you be comforted ; 

 I will pour balm into thy bleeding wounds, 

 And heal them up for ever. . . . Geo. Coleman, Jr. 



Mountaineers. 



Be of good cheer ; all will go well. 



Byron. 



POPPY, White. My bane ! My antidote ! Doom'd to heal or doom'd to kill, 



Fraught with good or fraught with ill. Mrs. Robinson. 

 P. somniferum. 



'Tis you, alone, can save, or give my doom. . . Ovid. 



On you, most lov'd, with anxious fear I wait, 

 And from your judgment must expect my fate. 



Addison. 



On you my eyes are turn'd, on you depends 

 My fate, with prosperous fortune to be blest, 



Or to be nothing . Euripides. 



Ip/iigenia in Tauris. 



Now on the doubtful edge 



Of black despair I stand, or joyful light. JEschylus. 



The Furies. 



Note.* The Samoor wind so softens the strings of the lute, that 

 they can never be tuned while it lasts. Stephens' Persia. 



