ROCKET. 



(Continued.) 



I saw them, hand in hand, walk o'er the mead : 

 Would my closed eye had sunk in endless night, 

 Ere I was doom'd to bear that hateful sight ! 

 Where'er they pass'd, be blasted every flower ! 



Lyttelton. 



Say, thou inconstant, what has Damon done, 



To lose the heart his tedious pains had won ? 



Tell me what you in my rival find, 



Against whose power no ties have strength to bind ? 



Has he, like me, with long obedience, strove 



To conquer your disdain, arid merit love ? 



Has he, with transport, every smile ador'd, 



And died with grief at each ungentle word? 



Ah, no ! the conquest was obtain'd with ease ; 



He pleased you, by not studying to please : 



His careless indolence your pride alarm'd ; 



And had he lov'd you more, he less had charm'd. 



Lyttelton. 



ROSE, Austrian. 

 Rosa bicolor. 



Thou art all that 

 lovely. 



Bright as the blush of rising morn ! 



Light as the angel shapes that bless 

 An infant's dream, yet not the less 

 Rich in all woman's loveliness . 



Darwin. 



Moore. 



Loveliest of women ! Heaven is in thy soul ; 

 Beauty and virtue shine for ever round thee, 

 Brightening each other ! Thou art all divine. Addison. 



Thou art so fair, so excellently fram'd, 



There is such mind in thy soul-breathing eye, 



As if its pure home in heaven it claimed, 



And thence alone could draw its witchery ; 



Thy voice hath such a soothing melody, 



And on thy lightest thought such magic plays, 



Like a bright fountain on the gladden'd sky 



Methinks, as on thy perfect form I gaze, 



In peace should be thy paths, in pleasantness thy ways. 



C.M. 



ROSE, Bridal ; Happy love. 



or, Rose-leaved Bramble. 

 Rubus rossefolius. 



" To feel that we adore, to such refined excess, 

 That though the heart would break with more, 



It could not do with less. .\ . . . . Moore. 



My soul hath her content so absolute, 

 That not another comfort like to this, 

 Succeeds in unknown fate, . 



Shaks. 



