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PERIWINKLE, Buus. Pieasures oF MEMORY. _ Still the fond lover views his absent maid... 
VINCA MINOR. And, to his eye, 
There is but one beloved hen on earth. . 
Perish the lover, whose imperfect flam 
Forgets one feature of the nymph he Sensi Shenstone. 
What light is light, if Sylvia be not seen? 
What joy is joy, if Sylvia be not by ?' 
Unless it be to think that she is by, 
And feed upon the shadow of perfection 
Come, flattering memory? and tell my heart 
How kind she was, and with what ego art 
She strove its fondest wishes to ob 
Confirm her power, and faster bind ae vel: Lyttelton. 
Pieasinc reminis- Some little friendship formed, and cherished here. 
Rogers. 
So turn our hearts, where’er we rove, 
To those we've left behind us 
apie: a the weening sun, comes the ae - 2 
mes o’er my soul.. 
The memory of joys that are past, is like the music of 
Id. 
Caryl, pleasant and mournful to the so 
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(PERIWINKLE, MapAGAscar. REMEMBER ME AS When the waning moon-beam Jaa 
I DO THEE. At midnight, on the lonely lea, 
VINCA ROSEA. And Nature’s pensive spirit ee, 
In all her dews—remember me 
I think of mars when morning springs 
From sleep, with plumage bathed in dew, 
And like a young bird lifts her wings 
Of gladness, on the welkin blue. 
And when the moon’s sweet pre springs 
In light o’er heaven’s deep waveless 
And stars are forth, like blessed ee 
I think of thee—I I think of thee! . . G, W. Prentice. 
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In unison so chert coe 
That pulse to pulse responsive still, 
They both ccik hcevesiac aide te bald, . . - Barton. 
