
THE POETRY OF FLOWERS, 























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HT Disseinbling what I knew too well, 
ai My love, my life, said I, explain 
| This change of humour: pr’ythee tell: 
Hy That falling tear—what does it mean ? T 
ti She sigh’d: she smiled: and to the flowers 
Pointing, the lovely moralist said— 

















Vii See, friend, in some few fleeting hours, Tere 
i See yonder, what a change is made. With 
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Ah me! the blooming pride of May, ind: 
And that of beauty, are but one: 
At morn both flourish bright and gay ; The pr 
Both fade at evening, pale, and gone. In ga 
At dawn poor Stella danced and sung, . z 
The amorous youth around her bow'ds I 
At night her fatal knell was rung ; But th 
I saw, and kiss’d her in her shroud. Wh 
Such as she is, who died to-day, pt 
Such I, alas! may be to-morrow ; om| 
Go, Damon, bid the Muse display Bet 
The justice of thy Chloe’s sorrow. ee 
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