All my soul at a draught she would drink up like wine.”
“Short is the rose’s bloom; another morn
Will show no rose, but in its stead, a thorn.”
HELIODORA’S GARLAND.
“I’ll frame, my Heliodora! a garland for thy hair,
Which thou, in all thy beauty’s pride, mayst not disdain to wear;
For I, with tender myrtles, white violets will twine—
White violets, but not so pure as that pure breast of thine:
With laughing lilies I will twine narcissus; and the sweet
Crocus shall in its yellow hue with purple hyacinth meet: