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And if thou couldst know thy own sweetness, 
O little one, perfect and sweet, 
Thou wouldst be a child for ever. 
Completer whilst incomplete.— Palgrave, 
Blue Anemone. — 2tSt — Forsaken. 
Fi.owER of Starry cles^ess bright! 
Quivering um of colour’d light 1 
Mrs. Hemans. 
JUagnolia. — 22nb — Lore of Batwe. 
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods. 
There is a rapture on the lonely shore.— Byron. 
— 23rb — 
Flower.s are the bright remembrancers of youth ; 
They waft us back, with their bland ordorous breath, 
The joyous hours that only young life knows, 
Ere we have learnt that this fair earth hides graves. 
Countess oj Blessington. 
Tew. 
— 24tb 
Borrow. 
Weep no more, nor sigh nor groan. 
Sorrow calls no time that’s gone ; 
Toys as winged dreams fly &t. 
Why should sorrow longer last ? 
J. Fletcher. 
Zei>h 3 rr-Flower. — 25tb — Ezpectatioa. 
The winds forbid the flowers to flourish long 
Which owe to winds their name in Grecian song. 
Euscien,Jrom Ovid. 
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