...heal'd Knights from the olden field, We hold cups of mightiest force to give the wildest calm. E'en T US. To draw no envy (Shakespeare) on thy name, Am...man, nor muse, can praise too much ; 'Tis true, and his gold cups overflow to the mouths of men ! The butterflies come aping Those fine thieves of ours,...

...healed Knights from the olden field, We hold cups of the mightiest force to give the wildest, calm. Even the terror, poison, Hath its plea for blooming ; Life...reverent lips, though death to the presuming. And, 0)1 ! our sweet soul-taker, The thief, the honey-maker, What a house hath he by the thymy glen ! In...

...the olden field, We hold cups of mightiest force to give the wildest E'en the terror Poison [calm. Hath its plea for blooming ; Life it gives to reverent...In his talking rooms How the feasting fumes, Till his gold cups overflow to the mouths of men ! A. >V I7t BONO OP THE FLOWEES The butterflies come aping...

...window Loves its sickliest planting, But its wall speaks loftier truth than Babylon's whole vaunting. And oh ! our sweet soul-taker, That thief the honey-maker,...In his talking rooms How the feasting fumes, Till his gold cups overflow to the mouths of men ! The butterflies come aping Those fine thieves of ours,...

...sickliest planting, And oh ! our sweet soul-hiker, That thief the honey-maker. What a house hath IIP, by the thymy glen ! In his talking rooms How the feasting fumes, Till his gold cups overflow to the mouths of men! The butterflies come aping Those fine thieves of ours,...

...healed Knights from the olden flcld, We hold cups of mightiest force to give the wildest culm. Even the terror, poison. Hath its plea for blooming ; Life...thief, the honey-maker, What a house hath he, by the thyrny glen ! In his talking rooms How the feasting fumes Till the gold cups overflow to the mouths...

...healed Knights from the olden field, We hold cups of mightiest force to give the wildest calm. E'en the terror Poison Hath its plea for blooming ; Life...sweet soul-taker, That thief the honey-maker, What house hath he, by the thymy glen ! In his talking rooms How the feasting fumes, Till his gold cups...

...healed Knights from the olden &%\A., We hold cups of mightiest force to give the wildest calm. E'en the terror Poison Hath its plea for blooming; Life...gives to reverent lips, though death to the presuming. LEIGH HUNT. THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. |N eastern lands they talk in flowers, i And they "tell in a garland...

...heal'd Knights from the olden field, We hold cups of mightiest force to give the wildest calm. E'en our God is good, His mercy is for ever sure: His truth at all times firmly stood, his gold cups overflow to the mouths of men ! The butterflies come aping Those fine thieves of ours,...

...olden field, We hold cups of the mightiest force to give the wildest, calm. Even the terror, poison, Life it gives to reverent lips, though death to the presuming. And, ol1 ! our sweet soul-taker, The thief, the honey-maker, What a house hath he by the thymy glen ! In...