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HONEY Gee Wee That voice was wont to come in gentle whispers, 
And fill my ears with the soft breath of love. . Otway. 
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UT) ae ; Of summer wind through some wreathed shell ; 
Each secret winding, each inmost feelin 
Of all my soul, echoed to its spell! ....... Moore. 
ae too, the glance saw none beside ; 
smile none else might under: stand’ 
The w veces thought of hearts allied ; 
The pressure of the thrilling hand........ Byron. 
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HONEY FLOWER. I HAVE LosT ALL. | With whom, alas! I fondly hoped to know 
Bienes Bak. The humble walks of happiness below......- Rogers. 
wELIANTHOR. With thee were the dreams of my earliest love; 
Every thought of my reason was thine....... Moore. 
My soul’s first idol—and its last...........-+-- Ia, 
O grief, beyond all other gricfs, when fat 
First leaves the young heart lone and desolate, 
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HONEYSUCKLE, Corat. THE COLOR OF MY FATE. ty A too short for my distress; and night, 
: . F’en in the zenith of her dark doma ain, 
LONICERA SEMPERVIRENS. Is pre to the color of my fate........45 Young. 
Piere’d through the Seale with your stern cruelty ! 
Yet you the murderer, Jook as bright and clear 
As yonder Venus in fae glimmering sphere... . Shaks, 
Still thine own, its life retaineth— 
Still must mine though bleeding beat!...... Byron. 
with grief have striven, 
But find ‘with each rec i aes 
The arrow deeper driven! ......-..-++5+ 
Deep in my breast the rosy tyrant dwells 
Piercing, with cruel aim, each poisoned dart— 
And if my eye, my soul’s sad torment tells, 
It speaks the secret anguish Z my heart.:..... 
Oh, cruel! will no pang of pity Pierce that heart ! 
Beattie. 
ANSWER. 
No balm in absence will effectual prove, 
Nature provides no weapon—salve for love. 
Sir Robt. Howard, 
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