Ah! how have I deserved, inhuman maid! 
To have my see service thus repaid? 
Were all the marks of kindness I receiv 
But dreams of j joy, — charmed me and deceived ? 
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Or, did you only nurse my growing love, 
That w ith more pain t might your hatred prove 
Packie. 
THYME. TIME STEALS ON WITH DOWNY FEET, WHEN _I would chide hasty-footed time for parting us. Shakes. 
LINGER NEAR THOSE WE LOVE 
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The a ped parting, with isdsahled wing. . .. Byron. 
Ah! never does Time travel faster, 
Than when his way lies among flowers 
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We Eade 1G Bey BaaeNS > For things so heavenly have such fleetness 
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As I listened to thee, 
The happy hours passed by us unperceived, 
So was my soul fixed to the soft enchantment, 
Rowe's Tamerlane. 
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TIGER FLOWER. For once may PRIDE iy instruct my sorrow to be proud, 
BEFRIEND r grief is proud, and makes his owner stout. Shaks, 
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TIGRIDIA. 
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wa al has been my fatal passio 
Pro ptosis heart shall i be, 
Whilst pore thought, — ee 
Still shall prove me worthy t . Mrs, Robinson. 
Not one sigh shall tell my story, 
ar my cheek shall stain, 
Silent grief shall be my glory, 
Grief that stoops not to complain. . 
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Ah! little will the lip reveal 
Of all the burning heart can 
How much of pride, that never eye 
May look upon its agony. ...-+-.-++ 
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TRUMPET FLOWER. Fame. Art thou too, wounded with the common dart, 
Does love of Fame lie throbbing at thy heart? Young. 
BIGNONIA RADICANS, AND B. CRUCIGERA. 
What's Fame? a fancied life in — 3 breath, 
4 thing beyond us, ev’n before o eath 
