War. 
Milfoil, or Yarrow . 
Achilla: Milifolium, the name 
Of one who counted war a glorious game. 
Was unto thee applied in ancient time; 
And hence we liken thee 
To war, th* epitome 
Of human folly, misery, and crime. 
Good Sir! so, so 1 
You are all in a glow! 
At a word, or a hint. 
Hot as Peppermint. 
Weakness, Moschaiell. 
“ Ail wickedness is weakness,” so the bard 
Of paradise hath taught; Adoxa thou 
Art weak, ignoble, therefore art thou deemed 
Of wickedness an emblem meet. 
Widowhood, Sweet Sultan . 
The Fleur de Venus with sable leaf. 
That ever seems immersed in grief. 
And sighing out « I’ve lost my all,”— 
Of widowhood symbolical. 
Winter of Age, Guelder Rose. 
Like the thin loeks upon the brow of age, 
Wan-hued and chilly are thy blossoms, 
Dead as the young desires in frozen bosoms. 
Which thoughts of lore shall never more engage. 
