Trace the young poet's fate; Fresh from his solitude, the child of dreams, What marvel if he somewhat overrate His talents and his state? These scenes soon change. And now neglect stings even more than scorn. Miss Landon. Lilac....First Emotions of Love. The freshness of the verdure of the Lilac; the flexibility of its branches; the profusion of its flowers; their transitory beauty and their soft hues,—all remind us of those emotions which embellish beauty, and throw such a light around our youthful hours. It is said that Van Spaendonc himself threw down his pencil on viewing a group of Lilacs. Nature seems to have delighted in creating its delicate clusters, which astonish by their beauty and variety. The fragrance of the flowers is even more gratifying than their beauty. She had grown, In her unstained seclusion, bright and pure Percival. When first thou eamest, gentle, shy, and fond, All that it yet had felt of earthly pleasure; I love thee, and I live! The moon, Who sees me from her calm above, Barry Cornwall. She loves—but knows not whom she loves, Moore. TULIP....Declaration of Love. The Tulip is an extraordinary favourite in many parts of Europe and Asia; and, in Holland and Turkey, the most extravagant prices are paid for fine specimens. On account of the elegance of its form, the beauty of its colours, and its want of fragrance and other useful qualities, this flower has been considered as an appropriate symbol of a female who possesses no recommendation but a beautiful appearance. In the East, the Tulip is employed as the emblem by which a lover makes known his passion to his mistress; as the Tulip expresses the idea that he has a face all fire and a heart all coal. Not one of Flora's brilliant race A form more perfect can display: Nor 'Nature take a line away. Yet, rich as morn, of many a hue, When flushing clouds through darkness strike, The Tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike. My heart is sad and lonely, With weariness I pine; Would thou wert here, mine only,— Would I were wholly thine! Montgomery. H. J. H. |