
FLORAL POESY. 
NARCISSUS. 
Let long-lived pansies here their scents bestow, 
The violet languish, and the roses glow ; 
In yellow glory let the crocus shine, 
Narcissus here his love-sick head recline ; 
Here hyacinths in purple sweetness rise, 
And tulips tinged with beauty’s fairest dyes. 
TO A MIRROR. 
FROM GARCILASO DE LA VEGA. 
SINCE still my passion-pleading strains 
Have failed her heart to moye, 
Show, mirror, to that lovely maid, 
The charms that make me love. 
Reflect on her the thrilling beam 
Of magic from her eye ; 
So, like Narcissus, she shall gaze, 
And, self-enamored, die. 
DEATH OF NARCISSUS. 
ADDISON. 
THEN on th’ unwholesome earth he gasping lies, 
Till death shuts up those self-admiring eyes. 


