I loved the long and clearly,

ту

Florence Vane;

life's bright dream and Early,
Stath come again;

I renew,

in

my fond vision,

My hearts dear pain,

my hope, and thy derision

Florence Vune.

The ruin love and hourg,

The ruin old,

where thou didst haste my story.

at even toed,

That spot - the hues Elysian
Of sky and plain -

I treasure in my vision,

Florence Vane.

Philip Pendleton Cooke.

TE NEW YORK DONC LIBRARY

TOR, LENOX

ILDEN FOUNDATIONS

FLORENCE VANE.

Thou wast lovelier than the roses
In their prime;

Thy voice excelled the closes

Of sweetest rhyme ;

Thy heart was as a river

Without a main.

Would I had loved thee never,
Florence Vane!

But fairest, coldest wonder!

Thy glorious clay

Lieth the green sod under:
Alas the day!

And it boots not to remember

Thy disdain,

To quicken love's pale ember,
Florence Vane!

The lilies of the valley

By young graves weep;

The daisies.love to dally

Where maidens sleep.

May their bloom, in beauty vying,

Never wane

Where thine earthly part is lying,

Florence Vane!

PHILIP PENDLETON COOKE.

THE ROSE.

Go, lovely rose !

Tell her that wastes her time and me,

That now she knows,

When I resemble her to thee,

How sweet and fair she seems to be.

Tell her that's young,

And shuns to have her graces spied,
That hadst thou sprung

In deserts, where no men abide,
Thou must have uncommended died.

Small is the worth

Of beauty from the light retired;
Bid her come forth,

Suffer herself to be desired,

And not blush so to be admired.

Then die that she

The common fate of all things rare
May read in thee:

How small a part of time they share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair.

EDMUND Waller.

WE HAVE BEEN FRIENDS TOGETHER.

WE have been friends together,

In sunshine and in shade,

Since first beneath the chestnut trees

In infancy we played;

But coldness dwells within thy heart,
A cloud is on thy brow.

We have been friends together:

Shall a light word part us now?

We have been gay together:

We have laughed at little jests;
For the fount of hope was gushing,
Warm and joyous, in our breasts;
But laughter now hath fled thy lip,
And sullen glooms thy brow.
We have been gay together:

Shall a light word part us now?

We have been sad together;

We have wept, with bitter tears,
O'er the grass-grown graves where slumbered
The hopes of early years;

The voices which are silent there

Would bid thee clear thy brow.

We have been sad together:

O! what shall part us now?

CAROLINE ELIZABETH NORTON.