What work does truth, what bright distinctions bear? Chrysanthemum, Yellow... ... ... Pomfret. Slighted love. "Tis hard to smile when one would weep; To speak, when one would silent be.-Mrs. Hunter. Cistus, or Rock Rose... ... ... Popular favour. Rash youth, beware! thy home-bred virtues save, And sweetly sleep in thy paternal grave.-Leyden. Nor blush, my fair, to own you copy these, You are not free because you're fair.-Etheridge. Governed with a goodly modesty, That suffers not a look to glance awry.-Spenser. That numbs the soul with icy hand.-Gray. 'Twas the queenliest hand in all lady-land ; Clover, Four-leaved ... ... ... Come live with me, and be my love.-Marlowe. Be mine. I'll be content with what I get.-Anon. Some pious drops the closing eye requires.-Gray. A fellow of infinite discourse.-Shakespeare. Cockscomb Amaranth ... ... Foppery. Affectation. Singularity. Always obliging, and without offence, And fancied for his gay impertinence.-Blackmore. Colchicum, or Meadow Saffron are past. Thou art e'en such, gone with a touch.-Erskine. ... { My best days Rich trifles, serious bagatelles.-Prior. Columbine, Purple ... ... ... I must go, lest the foe Resolved to win. Gain the cause and win the day.-Adamson. Columbine, Red Anxious and trembling. My heart is dying, and my spirits faint.-Anon. Joyless he sees the growing oils and wines.-Addison. Convolvulus, Blue (Minor) ... Repose. Night. That tranquil shore, Where the pale spectre Care pursues no more.-C. Smith. Convolvulus (Major) ... Extinguished hopes. Long have my harp's best notes been gone.-Scott. Convolvulus, Pink... Worth sustained by affection. He's happiest far, whose humble mind Is unto Providence resigned.—Anon. Alas, what winds can happy prove That bear me far from what I love?-Prior. Flowers sweet and gay, and delicate like you, She was a phantom of delight.—Wordsworth. Love at first sight. I ask not to increase my store.-Swift. The great, vain man, who fared on costly food, Honest in thought, in word, in deed.--Gay. |