Of rainbow color, which the seed conceals,
Sheds out its tints from its dim treasury
To flush and circle in the flower.
Talfourd—Ion.
50. He is——but what need I say that or this,
I'd spend a month to tell ye what he is!
Ramsay—Gentle Shepherd.
51. With maids he's softer than the clouds in May;
But had you seen him, lady, in his ire,
When, like one born of thunder, he did march