—who does not recognise Matthew Arnold's "natural magic"?
Flowers he loved, as Shakespeare loved them. What tenderness there is in the image of the love that perished—
Prati
Ultimi flos, prætereunte postquam
Tactus aratro est,
(xi. 19-21.)
—in the beautiful simile, so often imitated in every language in Europe, where the unmarried maiden is compared to the uncropped flower, lxii., 39-45; or where in the
Alba parthenice,
Luteumve papaver,
(lxi. 194-5.)