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A wrinkled, crabbed man they picture thee ISOUGIECU xh ars. cys arene eee 
Ay, thou art welcome, heayen’s delicious breath. . W. C. Bryant 
Beautiful child of a tropic sun ANONYMOUS... 2.000006 20 
Beneath this starry arch H. Martineau 
Brave sons of Hibernia, your shamrocks display.. AnonyMOus.........+-+ 149 
Bright flower whose home is everywhere Honea 
Buds of roses, virgin flowers - Moore 
Buttercups and daisies 
But we have daisies, which, hike love 
By what rule, stranger, shall we fix thy date 
Cheerful ’midst desolation’s sadness—thou....... AMONYMOUS......+++++- 
Child of the country ! free as air Cunningham 
Child of the spring, thou charming flower Casimir 
Child of the sun! pursue thy rapturous flight PROG CTS cee rae ag ois eee teen: 
Children of the sun’s first glancing x Schiller 
Come, all ye virgins fair in kirtles white......... R. H. Stoddard 
Come ;—let us go to the land Barry Cornwall 
Come, look at this plant, with its narrow, pale 
KEES dette dees SARA oyu monies Soo ad Ate Anonymous 
Come, melancholy moralizer, come!...... ...--- Southey 
Daisie of light ! very ground of comfort.... Chaucer 
Dawn, gentle flower Anonymous .. 
Day stars ! that ope your eyes with morn to twinkle. Horace ries 
Dear common flower, that grow’st beside the way..J. &. Lowell. 
Dear girl, I send the spray of flowers : John Ingram 
Despise not the wild flower—small it seems....... 
Did Jove a queen of flowers decree 
Dip down upon the northern shore.............--+-+ A. Tennyson 
Down by the river’s bank I stray’d Samuel Lover 
Down swept the chill wind from the mountain 
J. R. Lowell 
Elle était de ce monde, oi les plus belles choses. . Malesherbes 
Ever let the fancy roam TRGOUSIs whats, ocr ene 267 
Fair daffodils, we weep to see Herrick 
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree Herrick 
Fair tree of winter, fresh and flowering Montgomery 
Fall ! thickly fall ! thou winter snow R. H. Stoddard 
Flower of the mountain ! by the wanderer’s hand..Mrs. Kemble 
Flower of the waste ! the heath-fowl shuns........4 
Flowers of the wildwood ! your home is there 
Flowers ! winter flowers—the child is dead 
For Daphne’s laurel Pheebus gave his voice 
For me,—she stooped, and, looking round 
Four seasons fill the measure of the year...... .- eats, 

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