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SWEET BRIAR. 



(Continued.) 



Beautiful one ! Thy look and tone 



Of witchery are nature 'sown 



Like light from heaven, thy magic glance 



Thy voice, the harp's wild utterance, 



When touch'd at, eve by some spirit's hand, 



It breathes the notes of the better land. . . S. P. C. 



SWEET WILLIAM. 

 Dianthus barbatus. 



Finesse. 





Griefs, alas ! that may not speak, 



Earn poor relief by feigning B. Chester. 



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Many a withering thought lies hid, not lost, 



In smiles, that least befit who wear them most. Byron. 



So the cheek may be ting'd with a warm sunny smile, 

 Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while. 



Moore. 



An outward firmness, whate'er lurk'd below. L. E. L. 



Her cheek was red, but who could know 

 'Twas flushing with the strife below ? 

 Her eye was bright, but who could tell 

 It shone with tears she strove to quell? 



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Ah ! who could think that all so fair 

 Was semblance, and but misery there ?. . . . same. 



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This perturbation smooth'd with outward calm. Milton. 



SYRINGA, Carolina. 

 Philadelphus inodorus. 



Disappointment. \ Bright blown hopes dispersed in air ! . . . M. /. /. 



That keep the word of promise to our ear, 



And break it in our hope Shaks. 



Thus ever fade my fairy dreams of bliss ! 



Byron. 



Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, 



I 've seen my fondest hopes decay Moore. 



'Tis ever thus, 'tis ever thus, when hope has built a 



bower, 

 Like that of Eden, wreath'd about with ev'ry thornless 



flower, 



To dwell therein securely, the self-deceiver's trust, 

 A whirlwind from the desert comes and all is in the 



dust Anon. 



I clasp'd the phantoms, and I found them air. 



Oh ! had I weigh'd it ere my fond embrace, 



What darts of agony had miss'd my heart. . Young. 



