fragment 
Sir Walter Scott, 
A ND well the lonely infant knew 
Recesses where the wall-flower grew, 
And honeysuckle loved to crawl 
Up the low crag and ruined wall. 
I deemed such nooks the sweetest shade 
The sun in all his round surveyed, 
And still I thought that shattered tower 
The mightiest work of human power. 
-•*<- 
Smnui 
Sperser. 
C1WEET is the Rose, but growes upon a brere; 
O Sweet is the Juniper, but sharpe his bough; 
Sweet is the Eglantine, but pricketh nere; 
Sweet is the Firbloom, but his branches rough; 
Sweet is the Cypress, but his rind is tough, 
Sweet is the Nut. but bitter is his pill; 
Sweet is the Broome-flowere, but. yet sowre enough; 
And sweet is Moly, but his roote is ill. 
