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THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
THE PANSY.— Think of Me. 
Miss Twamley, speaking of “ Heart’s-ease,” asks:— 
Oh ! are not Pansies emblems meet for thoughts ? 
The pure, the chequered—gay and deep by turns; 
A hue for every mood the bright things wear 
In their soft velvet coats. 
PERUVIAN HELIOTROPE.—I Love You. 
A poet thus sings of its habit of turning to the sun:— 
There is a flower whose modest eye 
Is turned with looks of light and love, 
Who breathes her softest, sweetest sigh, 
Whene’er the sun is bright above. 
Anon. 
PHEASANT’S-EYE.— Sorrowful Remembrances. 
Shakspeare, speaking of this flower, the Flos Adonis, 
referring to the old legend, says :— 
By this, the boy that by her side lay killed 
Was melted like a vapour from her sight, 
And in his blood, that on the ground lay spilled, 
A purple flower sprung up, chequered with white, 
Resembling well his pale cheeks, and the blood 
Which in round drops upon their whiteness stood. 
THE PIMPERNEL.— Assignation. 
The author of “Favourite Field Flowers” says of 
the Pimpernel:— 
And if I would the weather know, ere on some pleasure 
trip I go, 
