Mine eyes

Were not in fault, for she was beautiful: Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor mine heart,

That thought her like her seeming; it had been vicious

To have mistrusted her.

с Cymbeline. Act V. Sc. 5.

O, that men's ears should be

To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!

d. Timon of Athens. Act I. Sc. 2. Should the poor be flatter'd?

No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp;

And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, Where thrift may follow fawning.

e.

Hamlet.

Act III. Sc. 2.

My Rose, so red and round, My Daisy, darling of the summer weather, You must go down now, and keep house together,

m.

Low underground!
ALICE CARY-My Darlings.

The berries of the brier rose
Have lost their rounded pride:
The bitter-sweet chrysanthemums
Are drooping heavy-eyed.

N. ALICE CARY-Faded Leaves.
The buttercups and primroses
That blossomed in our way.

0. ALICE CARY-To Lucy.

I know not which I love the most,
Nor which the coméliest shows,
The timid, bashful violet,

Or the royal-hearted rose:

The pansy in her purple dress,
The pink with cheek of red,

Or the faint fair heliotrope, who hangs,
Like a bashful maid, her head;

For I love and prize you one and all, From the least low bloom of spring To the lily fair, whose clothes outshine The raiment of a king.

The strawbell and the columbine
Their buff and crimson flowers entwine.
DORA READ GOODALE--Spring

Scatters Far and Wide.

There purple pansies, quaint and low,
Forget-me-nots and violets grow,

Or stately lilies shine.

8. ELAINE GOODALE-Thistles and Roses.

"Farewell, my flowers," I said,
The sweet Rose as I passed
Blushed to its core, it's last
Warm tear the Lily shed,
The Violet hid its head
Among its leaves, and sighed.

t. DORA GREENWELL-One Flower.

The lilies white prolonged

Their sworded tongue to the smell;
The clustering anemones

Their pretty secrets tell.
HAFIZ.

u.

They speak of hope to the fainting heart, With a voice of promise they come and part, They sleep in dust through'the wintry hours, They break forth in glory-bring flowers, bright flowers!

W. Mrs. HEMANS-Bring Flowers.

The foxglove, with its stately bells
Of purple, shall adorn thy dells;

The wallflower, on each rifted rock,

From liberal blossoms shall breathe down, (Gold blossoms frecked with iron-brown,) Its fragrance; while the hollyhock,

The pink, and the carnation vie
With lupin and with lavender,

To decorate the fading year;

And larkspurs many-hued, shall drive

Gloom from the groves, where red leaves lie, And Nature seems but half alive.

i. MOIR-The Birth of the Flowers.

Crocus-cups of gold and blue,
Snowdrops drooping early.

J. MONTGOMERY- The Valentine Wreath.