FLOWERS OF THOUGHT. 
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FLOWERS OF THOUGHT. 
IN SOLITUDE AND SILENCE YOU OCCUPY MY THOUGHTS, 
SUCH IS MY DEVOTED ATTACHMENT. 
Emblems. 
SOLITUDE— HBATH: SILENCE —WHITE ROSE: THOUGHT— 
PANSY: DEVOTED ATTACHMENT —HE LI 0 TR OPE. 
“Juliet leaning 
Amid her window-flowers,—sighing—weaning, 
Tenderly her fancy, from its maiden snow, 
Doth more avail than these : the silver flow 
Of Hero’s tears, the swoon of Imogen, 
Fair Pastorella in the bandit’s den, 
Are things to brood on.’’— Keats’ Endymion. 
“ There is Pansies,” said the sweet Ophelia; 
“ that’s for thoughts but whether sad or pleasing 
the immortal poet mentions not. For well did he 
know that where so many hues were thrown upon 
the face of one flower, Fancy would, according to 
the feeling of the moment, trace out her own 
favourite image. In the dark lines which diverge 
and widen from the centre, spreading over the sub- 
