A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

And the jeaaa.mina faint, ant.l the aweet tuber-a.e,
The sweetest flower for scent that blows ;
And all rare blo88oms from every clime
Grew in that garden in perfect prime.

And on the ah·eam, whose inconataot botom
Wa.s prankt under bougha of emboweri.Dg bl0110m,
With golden and gree'!lligbt slanting through
Their heaven of lllAny a tangled hue,

Broad water-lilies lay tremulously,

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And etarry river-buds glimmer'd. by,
And around them the so~ stream did glide and dance
With a motion of sweet BOund and radiance.

And the ainuous paths of la\IVD and of moea 1
Which led through the garden along and acrou,
Some open at once to the sun and the breeze,
Some loet among bowen of bl068oming tree-,

Were all paved with daisies and delicate bella
Aa fair aa the fabuloua a.sphodelai ;
And ftowereta which, drooping aa d11y droop'd too,
FeU into pavilions, white, pnrple, and blue,
To roof the glow-worm from the evenillg dew.
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TBl!S:& ftow'r~e white and red,

Bach that men callen Daiaiea in our town ;

To them have I ao great affection,

A• 1 ao.id erat, wben comen is the May,

That in my bed there dawetb me no day

That I n'am up and walking in the111ead

To see this ftow'r against the aonu6 spread,

When it upriseth early by the morrow;

That bli88ful sight eoneneth all my sorrow 1

So glad nm.l when that I have pree6nce

Of it, to doen it all r6verence.

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