HONEY-SUCKLE. 211 



" Milton," observes Mr. Martyn, " seems to have mis- 

 taken it, when he gives it the name of Eglantine, and 

 distinguishes it from Sweet-briar, since the Sweet-briar is 

 itself the Eglantine : 



" Through the sweet-briar, or the vine, 

 Or the twisted eglantine." 



Shakespeare justly distinguishes the two : 



" I know a hank whereon the wild thyme blows, 

 Where oxlip, and the nodding violet grows ; 

 O'ercanopied with luscious woodbine, 

 With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine." 



In Comus, Milton speaks of it by its proper name : 



" I sat me down to watch upon a bank 

 With ivy canopied, and interwove, 

 And flaunting honey-suckle." 



And by the name of Woodbine in his Paradise Lost : 



" Let us divide our labours, thou where choice 

 Leads thee, or where most needs, whether to wind 

 The woodbine round this arbour, or direct * 

 The clasping ivy where to climb, while I, 

 In yonder spring of roses, intermixed 

 With myrtle, find what to redress till noon." 



The rambling nature of the Honey-suckle is usually its 

 chief character in poetry : 



" You'll find some books in the arbour, on the shelf 

 Half hid by wandering honey-suckle.'* 



BARRY CORNWALL'S FALCON. 



" the poplar there 



Shoots up its spire, and shakes its leaves i* the sun 

 Fantastical, while round its slender base 



Rambles the sweet-breathed woodbine ." 



BARRY CORNWALL. 



" And there the frail-perfuming woodbine strayed, 

 Winding its slight arms 'round the cypress bough, 

 And, as in female trust, seemed there to grow 

 Like woman't &ve, midst sorrow flourishing." 



BARRY CORNWALL. 



