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THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
Queen’s Rocket, or Dame’s Violet.— Hesperis Matro- 
nalis. — You are the Queen of Coquets. j 
Like kings, we lose the conquests gained before, 
By vain ambition still to make them more. — Pope . 
Cfj.c Gtaqaei 
She knew her eyes had power to lure 
Devoted hearts to wear her chain, 
Who would her fleeting frowns endure 
To win her witching smiles again ; 
Yet secretly she thought of one, 
To love when all the rest were gone. 
And still she twin’d her airy chain 
Closely around each captive heart, 
Alarm’d their fears and soothed their pain, 
By turns with all her sex’s art— 
But most she triumph’d over one 
Yfho would have lov’d when all were gone. 
And someJier chain would lightly wear, 
And match her wiles with equal art. 
Content her changeful smile to share, 
Nor hope to touch so vain a heart. 
Among them all there was but one 
Who truly loved when hope was gone. 
