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THE LANGUAGE OF FLO JVERS. 
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following verses of Campbell account for it. The daughter 
of 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. 
