On Seeing a Rose in a Glass of Water, with the Motto…
by Eliza Acton
"Je vis,-mais dans les larmes!"
Such is the heart whose treasur'd store
Of sweet, and early hope is gone:
It withers to revive no more,
Or lives, like thee, in tears alone!
by Henry Wadsworth LongfellowPleasant it was, when woods were green,
And winds were soft and low,
To lie amid some sylvan scene.
Where, the long drooping boughs between,
Shadows dark and sunlight sheen
Alternate come and go;