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And Hawthorn’s early blooms appear, 
Like youthful hope upon life’s year. 
Drayton. 
Gay was the love of paradise he drew 
And pictured in his fancy ; he did dwell 
Upon it till it had a life; he threw 
A tint of heaven athwart it—who can tell 
The yearnings of his heart, the charm, the spell, 
That bound him to that vision ? 
Percival. 
Love-lies-bleeding. ... Deserted Love. 
This beautiful emblem of love, wounded and bereaved 
by fate, is a species of Amaranthus. The flower is of 
a reddish-purple hue, which circumstance suggests its 
name. 
A single rose is shedding 
Its lovely lustre meek and pale: 
It looks as planted by despair— 
So white, so faint—the slightest gale 
Might whirl the leaves on high. 
Byron. 
And on with many a step of pain, 
Our weary race is sadly run; 
And still, as on we plod our way, 
We find, as life’s gay dreams depart, 
To close our being’s troubled day, 
Naught left us but a broken heart. 
Percival. 
