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TIGER LILY GENTIAN BLUEBELL YUCCA FILIMENTOSA DALIA & SNOWBERRY

And often stooping hide thy head on ground.

15 And then the Lily towering up so proud,

And raising its gay head among the various crowd
OF flowers sweet. All opening to the day,

Both to the morning and the suns fair ray.

There the Black spots upon a scarlet ground,

20 And there the taper pointed leaves are found.

Then thou sweet flower the gention come in view

With thy gay hanging Bells of Brightest Blue.

And thy sweet Sister Blue Bell comes with thee,

Both are great Beouties for Mankind to see.

25 And then sweet Maid the Yucca dressed in white,

With fibrous leaves And Dazzled By the light*.

Erect and straight thou standest mid the flowers,

While oer the rest thy lofty head-bell tow'r's

Among the rest the high-topped dalia shows,

30 With hues almost superior to the rose.

Its velvet leaves of finest crimson dye.

Around a circle of bright yellow lie.

Thy pink and white fair Snowberry appears.

Cheering The eye for many running years.

*It hangs down its head as if it were dazzled*

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LAURUSTINUS SNOWDRIFT LILAC & RED PRIMROSE & HYACINTH

35 Thy balls of marble and Thy blooming pink,

Will make us of thy creator think.

The laurustinus white I next will name,

Although it has not just too much of fame.

Its buds are brown its flowers are snowy white.

40 It opens at young January's light*.

The hanging snowdrop at length must appear,

In spite of all its modest maidlike fear.

It hangs its head upon a stalk of green.

Its head a bell of purest white Is seen.

45 The lilac primrose on a thick laid bed,

Of clustered leaves doth rest Its pretty head,

Beside its sister called primrose red.

And by the By before I should have named

Young hyacinthus by Apollo famed.

50 Who by the discus stroke did strike him dead,

And made this flower from this dying head,

And called it hyacinth - And some are Blue.

And some are White and Pink unto the view.

They incline downwards from a stalk full straight.

55 Sad flowers created from the youths sad fate,

*young January from being the first of the months*

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SWEET WILLIAM TRUMBE FLOWER POPPY FOSTER
SWE WHITE LILY

In a large bush this noble flower grows

Then the sweet William like the Indian Pink
In colour but much larger I do think

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And different shape But all are fairest fair
All natures beauties areunited there

And then the noisy instrument of fame

All all will know the trumpet is its name

This is the trumpet flowr so named because

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Its shape extremely near the trumpet draws
And now that flowr Flowr indeed of sleep

Flower to make too many mothers weep

You deady poppy Poison though you be

Ye your'e a beauty for mankind to see

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Now comes the forglove with its hanging bells
But ah alas its nature poison tells

Attractive beautiful but pois'nous too

Forglove I would not dare to play with you

Now comes the king of flowsr Though rose the queen

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A nobler king will neer will neer be seen

White lily is Oh look at that fair crown

From that green stalk so high depending down

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PEONY

Fair on its dark green leaves that crimson flowr

Darts bright upon the eye and whilas away an hour

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Glaring it rises from its leafy bed

And always seems as if to you it said.

I know that I am beautiful & see

Whether a flower can compare with me

See my green leaves and see my head beside

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With such a crimson such a glorious tide

That which another in thou canst not see

For not another flower is like me.

That the rose is a maiden fair is true

And almost equals me But then judge you

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Whether my darker colour doth not beat

Een that fair flowr whose most beauties meet

Now say! Dost thou compare with the rose

Alas whar flower itself really knows

That glaring crimson which you seem to like

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Know that it glares too much unto the sight

While that fair flowr its maiden pink bestows

With such a sweetness as beseems the rose

Now sir hang down your head and dare no more

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PINE

EUDOSIA

BOOK II

ISING the pine which clothes high switzers head
And high enthroned grows on a rocky bed
On gulfs so deep on cliffs that are so high.
He that would dare to climb them dares to die

5 There they hang oer the dreadful rocky steeps
There they bend over and they kiss the deeps
Which round the rocks do play and raging still
Awake the echoes from the wavy hill.

But man this pleasing picture soon would spoil

10 Regardless both of beauty and of toil
Though nature tried in vain to preserve them for a while
In vain to save them she did place them high

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Alas in vain for they were doomed to die
Man formed a slide huge verdant to behold

15 It cost much labour and it cost much gold
Along the breast of Pilates cliff it lay

Oere rocks and gulf- and glens it held its way

And ended in Lucerne on this the trees
Roaring like thunder borne upon the breeze

20 Rushed, down and rushing dreadful in their ire
To their assistance such their anger dire
Summoned with red and flaming crown that monster fire
He then would have been king and on the mount
The flaming forests would have spread about

25 Another Etna Pilate would have been
Oer spacious Switzerland the fires are seen
In one sad ruin all the pines would fall
In vain for help the noble forests call
But man had this foreseen. Ingenious man

30 Thought can this prevent. Yes if I will I can
And so man made the mountain streams descend
And down the trough their dangerous course to bend
This element opposed the raging fire