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FLORA’S ALBUM. 

sn zz 7 
Carnation, Yellow. 
The yellow carnation that needeth much care, 
Tuess handsome and fragrant than any one there, 
DISDAIN. 
He sue for mercy! He dismayed 
By wild words of a timid maid! 
He, wronged by Venice, vow to save 
Her son. devoted to the grave! 
No, -- though that cloud were thunder’s werst, 
And charged to crush him, — let it burst! 
BYRON. 
Ah! cease, — those fruitless tears restrain, 
I go misfortune to defy, 
To smile at fate with proved disdain, 
To triumph, — not to die. Mrs. HEMANS, 
Proudly will I meet thee, 
And as proudly pass thee by ; 
A pitying smile may greet thee, 
But J ll tremble not, not I; 
Deep, deep within my soul 
Let every sorrow lie, — 
Checked be the rising tear ; 
And hushed be every sigh ; 
For proudly will I meet thee, 
And as proudly pass thee by. 
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