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POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
BRAUTY AND FLOWERS. 
Trust not, sweetsoul! those curled waves of gold, 
With gentle tides that on your temples flow! 
Nor temples spread with flakes of virgin snow ! 
Nor snow of cheeks, with Tyrian grain enrolled ; 
Trust not those shining lights, which wrought. 
my woe 
When first I did their azure rays behold; 
Nor voice, whose sounds more strange effects do 
show 
Than of the Thracian harper have been told. 
Look to this dying lily, fading rose! 
Dark hyacinth, of late whose blushing beams 
Madeall the neighbouring herbs and grass 
rejoice ! 
And think how little is ’twixt life’s extremes! 
The cruel tyrant that did kill those flowers, 
Shall once, ah me! not spare that spring of yours. 

THE COWSLIP. 
UNFOLDING to the breeze of May, 
The cowslip greets the vernal ray 5 
The topaz and the ruby gem 
Her blossoms’ simple diadem : 
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