INNOCENT maid and snow-white flower, Throw to the ground the fair white flower; Keep that white and innocent heart. Soft as the memory of buried love, BRYANT. Pure as the prayer which childhood wafts above, the daughter of that rude old chief. Was she A mind rejoicing in the light BYRON. Which melted through its graceful bower, And stainless in its holy white, Unfolding like a morning flower. I wish the bud would never blow! So timidly, I cannot bear To have it open to the air! WHITTIER. MES. OSGOOD. DANDELION. Leontodon. LANGUAGE-COQUETRY. THINK not I love him, though I ask for him: 'Tis but a peevish boy — yet he talks well; But what care I for words? yet words do well When he that speaks them pleases those that hear. Then, youth, thou fond believer, The wily siren shun: Who trusts the dear deceiver Will surely be undone. SHAKSPEARE. When beauty triumphs, ah, beware! MONTGOMERY'S WANDERER OF SWITZERLAND. I would sooner bind My thoughts to the open sky; I would worship as soon a familiar star, That is bright to every eye. "Twere to love the wind that is free to all, The wave of the beautiful sea — "Twere to hope for all the light in heaven, To hope for the love of thee. Now I pray thee do not call My cousin a coquette, When I tell you she had danglers By the dozen in her net : WILLIS. MRS. OSGOOD. EGLANTINE, OR SWEETBRIER. Rosa rubiginosa. LANGUAGE-POETRY. NEVER did poesy appear So full of heaven to me, as when To the lives of coarsest men! I thought, these men will carry hence Promptings, their former life above, The land of song within thee lies, J. R. LOWELL. Look, then, into thy heart, and write; Be these henceforth thy theme. 10001 LONGFELLOW. 1 EVERLASTING. Gnaphalium. LANGUAGE ALWAYS REMEMBERED. THROUGH the fragrant grove of olives, with a darkeyed child of Spain, I have often whiled the hours, since I crossed the moaning main ; But the soul in those soft, brilliant eyes, the low, melodious tone, Bade mournful thoughts of thee arise, my beautiful, my own! 'Mid the vines of sunny France, love, I have twined the silken curl, And met the merry kisses of a light and laughing girl, And richly waved the glittering tress, and wildly woke her glee! I pined the more for thy caress more fondly thought of thee! A haughty, high-born English maid oft shares with me the dance; Italia's daughter bends on me her full, impassioned glance; Nor graceful mien, nor dimpled bloom, nor look of loving light, Can win this faithful soul from thee, my purest, and most bright! MRS. OSGOOD. EVERGREEN. Mespilus. LANGUAGE POVERTY AND WORTH. O, POOR man's son, scorn not thy state; In merely being rich and great : Toil only gives the soul to shine, And makes rest fragrant and benign- Worth being poor to hold in fee. My purse is very slim, and very few The acres that I number; But I am seldom stupid, never blue; J. R. LOWELL. My riches are an honest heart, and true, All my offering must be Truth and spotless constancy. EPES SARGent. MISS LANDON. She had passed through the shadow and sunlight of life; |