flora’s dial. 169 
JUmmber 19. 
CARNATION. — Disdain. 
Talk not to me of love! 
The deer that dies 
Knows more of love than I, 
Who seek the skies. 
Strive not to hind my soul 
With chains of clay ! 
I scorn thy poor control; 
Away! away! 
Barry Cornwall. 
5Dmember 20. 
CARDINAL BLOWER. — Distinction. 
Oh, give me matchless eloquence, 
And words of thrilling fire ; 
And with the breath of poesy, 
My panting breast inspire. 
I would not lay me in the grave 
The being of a day, 
To join the crowd of nameless dead, 
As nameless as are they. 
