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The lesser Periwinkle’s bloom, 
Like carpet of Damascus’ loom, 
Pranks with bright blue the tissue wove 
Of verdant foliage: and above 
With milk-white flowers, whence soon shall swell 
Red fruitage, to the taste and smell 
Pleasant alike, the Strawberry weaves 
Its coronets of three-fold leaves 
In mazes through the sloping wood. 
Mant. 
Where captivates the sky-blue Periwinkle 
Under the cottage eaves. 
Hurdis. 
Remember thee ? 
Yea, from the table of my men. ary 
I’ll wipe away all trivial fond records, 
All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, 
That youth and observation copied there; 
And thy commandment all alone shall live 
Within the book and volume of my brain, 
Unmixed with baser matter. 
ShaJcsjpeare. 
Oh! only those 
Whose souls have felt this one idolatry 
Can tell how precious is the slightest thing 
Affection gives and hallows ! A dead flower 
Will long be kept, remembrancer of locks 
That made each leaf a treasure. 
Miss Landon. 
