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ZZ LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
She saw in curious order set 
The fairest flowers of Eastern land— 
‘ He loved them once—may touch them yet, 
If offered by Zulieka’s hand.’ 
The childish thought was hardly breathed 
Before the rose was plucked and wreathed; 
The next fond moment saw her seat 
Her fairy form at Selim’s feet: 
This rose, to calm my brother’s cares, 
' A message from the Bulbul bears; 
It say8 to-night he will prolong, 
For Selim’s ear the sweetest song; 
And though his note is somewhat sad, 
He’ll try for once a strain more glad, 
With some faint hope his altered lay, 
May sing these gloomy thoughts away.’ 
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He lived—he breathed—he moved—he felt 
He raised the maid from where she knelt; 
His trance was gone—his keen eye shone 
With thoughts that long in darkness dwelt ; 
With thoughts that burn—in rays that melt.” 
Byron. 
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Let us present our readers with another picture, 
somewhat similar to the first, only that the grief 
is here deeper and more irremediable ;— 
“ She lived on alms, and carried in her hand 
Some withered stalks she gathered in the spring; 
