JASMINE. 
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My free and feathery jasmine-tree, 
Within the fragrance of thy breath, 
Yon dungeon grated to its key, 
And the chained captive pined for death,, 
On Border fray, on feudal crime, 
I dream not while I gaze on thee ; 
The chieftains of that stern old time 
Could ne’er have loved a jasmine-tree. 
JASMINE. 
MOORE. 
The image of Love that nightly flies 
To visit the bashful maid, 
Steals from the jasmine flower, that sighs 
Its soul like her in the shade. 
The dream of a future happier hour 
That alights on misery’s brow, 
Springs out of the silvery almond flower 
That blooms on a leafless bough. 
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NIGHT SCENTING JASMINE. 
MOORE. 
Many a perfume breathed 
From plants that wake when others sleep; 
From timid jasmine-buds that keep 
Their odor to themselves all day, 
But when the sunlight dies away 
Let the delicious secret out 
To every breeze that roams about. 
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