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POETRY. 
dewy morn, and the soft breath of eve, entitle 
it to its frequent association with the wood¬ 
bine or honeysuckle. 
Its sides I’ll plant with dew-sweet eglantine. 
And honeysuckles full of clear bee-wine. 
KEATS. 
Yonder is a girl who lingers 
Where wild honeysuckle grows, 
Mingled with the briar rose. 
H. SMITH. 
Burns says, “ I have some favourite flowers 
in spring, among which are the mountain 
daisy, the harebell, the wild briar rose, the 
budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn.” 
We eye the rose upon the briar, 
Unmindful that the storm is near. 
The fragrance exhaled by the sweet briar, 
especially after a gentle shower, is so agree¬ 
able and refreshing, that we do not think it 
can be too thickly planted amidst our planta¬ 
tions and thickets. Dryden, from Chaucer, 
thus celebrates its delightful fragrance : 
A sweeter spot on earth was never found: 
I looked, and looked, and still with new delight; 
Such joy my soul, such pleasures filled my sight; 
And the fresh eglantine exhaled a breath, 
Whose odours were of power to raise from death. 
