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Flowers by the most nnpoetic&l* The emblem of all 
ages, the interpreter of all our feelings, the Rose min¬ 
gles with our festivities, our joys, and our griefs. Its 
fragrance is as delightful as its hues; and no truer em¬ 
blem of love and beauty could have been chosen. 
I have cherished 
A love for one whose beauty would have charmed 
In Athens. And I know what ’tis to love 
A spiritual beauty, and behind the foil 
Of an unblemished loveliness, still find 
Charms of a higher order, and a power 
Deeper and more resistless. Had I found 
Such thoughts and feelings, such a clear deep stream 
Of mind in one whom vulgar men had thrown 
As a dull pebble from them, I had loved 
Not with a love less fond, nor with a flame 
Of less devotion. 
Percival. 
r There’s no miniature 
In her face, but is a copious theme, 
Which would, discoursed at large of, make a volume. 
What clear arched brows! what sparkling eyes 1 the lilies 
Contending with the roses in her cheeks, 
Who shall most set them off. What ruby lips!— 
Or unto what can I compare her neck, 
But to a rock of crystal ? Every limb 
Proportioned to love’s wish, and in their neatness 
Add lustre to the richness of her habit, 
Not borrowed from it. 
Massinger. 
