ROSE. 149 



Par quel langour vezzeggiano 



Le pin soavi aurette, 



Ne miglior don permette 



A Vergin crine April. 



Esce da Tumil calice 



Cinnamomea fragranza, 



Onde Findica stanza 



Flora cotanto amo. 



E Nice, che in lei beasi, % 



Sorride in cuore e pensa, 



Che ben virtu compensa 



Quando belta manco." Montani. 



" Aimable rose ! au lever de l'aurore, 



Un essaim de zephyrs badine autour de toi ; 



Chacun d'eux jure qu'il t'adore, 

 Chacun d'eux et promet une eternelle foi. 



Mais le soleil, en se couchant dans l'onde, 

 Voit a leurs tendres soins succeder le mepris : 



La troupe ingrate et vagabonde 

 Te deserte sans scrupule avec ton coloris. 



Les Amours de Leucijypc. 



. " Thy scented buds life's joys disclose, 



They strew our paths with magic sweets, 

 Where many a thorn like thine, fair rose, 



Full oft the weary wanderer meets : 

 And when he sees thy charms depart, 

 He feels thy thorn within his heart." 



Mrs. M. Robinsox. 



The rose, which is the emblem of beauty 

 and the pride of Flora, reigns queen of the 

 flowers in every part of the globe ; and the 

 bards of all nations and languages have sung 

 its praises. Yet what poet has been able, or 



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