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THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
following verses of Campbell account for it. The daughter 
Df O’Connor is lamenting over the tomb of Connocht 
Moran : 
“A hero’s bride? this desert bower, 
It ill befits thy gentle breeding : 
And wherefore dost thou love this flower 
To call ‘ My-love-lies-bleeding ’ ? 
“ This purple flower my tears have nursed ; 
A hero’s blood supplied its bloom : 
I love it, for it was the first 
That grew on Connocht Moran’s tomb.” 
THE AMARANTH. 
SHELLEY. 
Whose sad inhabitants each year would come 
With willing steps, climbing that rugged height 
And hang long locks of hair, and garlands bound 
With amaranth flowers, which, in the clime’s despite, 
Filled the frore air with unaccustomed light. 
Such flowers as in the wintry memory bloom 
Of one friend left, adorned that frozen tomb. 
LOVE LIES BLEEDING. 
WORDSWORTH. 
This flower, that first appeared as Summer’s guest, 
Reserves her beauty ’mid autumnal leaves, 
And to her mournful habits fondly cleaves, 
When files of stateliest plants have ceased to bloom, 
One after one submitting to their doom, 
When her coevals, each and all, are fled. 
