SCABIOUS. 



(Continued.) 



When round him hung such a perpetual spell, 

 Whate'er he did, none ever did so well. 

 Too happy days ! when, if he touch'd a flower 

 Or gem of thine, 'twas sacred from that hour ; 

 When thou didst study him, till every tone, 

 And gesture, and dear look, became thy own. 



Moore. 



SCARLET LYCHNIS. 

 Lychnis chalcedonica. 



X- 



Sun-beamed eyes. Her glance, how wildly beautiful/. . 



Soul beam'd forth in every spark 

 That darted from beneath the lid, 

 Bright as the jewel of Giamschid. . . 



Byron. 



In her two eyes two living lamps did flame, 



Kindled above, at the heavenly light, 



And darting fiery beams out of tho same, 



So passing pearceant, and so wondrous bright, 



That quite bereav'd the rash beholders of their sight. 



Spencer. 



And then her look Oh, where 's the heart so wise, 

 Could, unbewilder'd, meet those matchless eyes ? 

 Quick, restless, strange, but exquisite withal, 



Like those of angels Moore. 



/ 

 So by thy bright eye's glowing beam, 



I court, as it were, my undoing ; 

 And although but to torture they gleam, 



I knowingly rush to my ruin tame. 



J 

 Thus the moth round a tremulous light, 



With quivering wing still will turn, 

 And merely because it is bright, 



Although once he has felt it can burn. . . . same. 



And see the danger which we cannot shun. Dryden. 



SNAP DRAGON. 

 Antirrhinum. 



Presumption. Minds somewhat raised 



By false presumptuous hope ! Milton. 



Answer. 

 With looks that asked, yet dared not hope relief. 



Rogers. 



I was indeed delirious in my heart, 

 To lift my love so lofty as thou art. 

 That thou wert beautiful, and I not blind, 



Hath been my sin ; 

 To love too much has been the only art I used. 



Byron. 



