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FLORA’S ALBUM. 

Pheasant’s Eye, or Flos Adonis. 
« Look, in the garden blooms the Flos Adonis, 
And memory keeps of him who rashly died.” 
SORROWFUL REMEMBRANCE. 
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One fatal remembrance, — one sorrow that throws 
Its bleak shade alike o’er our joys and our woes; 
To which life nothing darker nor brighter can bring, 
For which joy hath no balm, and affliction no sting. 
Yaomas Moore. 
T ig done! I saw it in my dreams ; 
No more with Hope the future beams ; 
My days of happiness are few: 
Chilled by misfortune’s wintry blast, 
My dawn of life is overcast ; 
Love, Hope, and Joy, alike adieu ! 
Would I could add Remembrance too. 
BYRON. 

























