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FLORAL POESY. 
But she has kept that faithless pledge 
To this her Winter hour, 
And keeps it still, herself alone, 
And wasted like the flower. 
HEART’S-EASE. 
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OR, 
PANSY. 
( Think of me — Thoughts .) 
“ There are pansies : that’s for thoughts.”—S haijspeare. 
HE Heart’s-ectse, as its French name of pansy or 
-L pensee intimates, is in the language of flowers 
symbolical of remembrance. It is a beautiful variety of 
the violet, far surpassing that flower in diversity and 
brilliancy of color, but possessing little, if any, of the 
exquisite fragrance for which that is so renowned. 
The name given to it by the Italians is jlammola, the 
“little flame,” at least, this is an appellation with 
which I have met, and it is quite in the taste of that 
poetical people. The French call it pensee, “a 
thought.” “There are pansies,” says poor Ophelia: 
“that’s for thoughts.” Drayton, in the “Muses’ 
Elysium,” makes his nymph say— 
“ Amongst these roses in a row, 
Next place I pinks in plenty, 
These double daisies then for show. 
And will not this be dainty ? 
