204 THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
To me, through every season dearest, 
In every scene — by day, by night — 
Thou present to my mind appearest 
A quenchless star, forever bright! 
My solitary, sole delight! 
Alone — in grove — by ' shore — at sea — 
I think of thee ! 
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Lupine. — Lupinus. — Imagination. 
Where beams of warm imagination play. — Pope. 
Lupine, Wild. — L. perennis — Dissension. 
Oh! why rebuke him that loves you so? — Shahs. 
Lotus. — Birdsfoot, trefoil.— Revenge. 
In revenge of my contempt of love, love hath chased 
sleep from my enthralled eyes. — Shahs. 
Lilac, White. — Syringa vulgaris, alba. — Youth. 
Oh! would that life were ever thus 
As beautiful and gay. — TV. B. G. 
Lilac, Purple. — S. purpurea. — The first emotion of love. 
She loves and she confesses too. — Cowley. 
Lavender. — Lavendula. — Distrust. 
Trust him not , his words, though sweet, 
Seldom with his heart do meet. — B. Jonson . 
Laburnum. — Cytisus Laburnum. — Pensive Beauty. 
Fair was her form , but who can hope to trace 
The pensive softness of her angel face. — Rogers . 
