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THE LADYE’S CHAPLET. 
And floiues freshe, blue, red, and white, 
Be her about, the more for to delight; 
And on her heade she hath a chapelet 
Of roses red, full pleasantly yset. 
Lydgate. 
Hire yelwe here was broided in a tresse 
Behind hire back a yerde long, I gesse. 
And in the gardin, at the sonne uprist. 
She walketh up and doun; wher as hire list. 
She gathereth floures, partie white and red. 
To make a sotel gerlond for hire hed. 
And as an angel hevenlich she song. 
Chaucer. 
At every turn she made a little stand. 
And thrust among the thorns her lily hand. 
To draw the rose; and every rose she drew 
She shook the stalk, and brushed away the dew. 
Dryden. 
“ I SIGH for thee, Love, when the morning skies 
Their earliest beams of rosy radiance wear. 
And earthly things a heavenly brightness bear; 
The bending Flowers upraise their tearful eyes. 
Heavy with pearly dew that on them lies. 
And the fond sun, with all a nurse’s care. 
Kisses the shining drops that lingered there 
From each moist, downcast face; and soon arise. 
In laughing beauty, all the glittering band. 
How gaily dance they on the wa\'y air! 
The fields and garden are a fairy land — 
And sportive Mab, on some tall lily fair. 
