Their end, though ne'er so brave:
And after they have shown their pride
Like you, awhile, they glide
Into the grave."*

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* `Palgrave', p. 89.
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Much like this last piece in import, and scarcely inferior to it in execution,
is `My life is like the summer rose' of Richard Henry Wilde,
which is familiar to every one.

Paul Hamilton Hayne's `The Red and the White Rose' (`Poems', pp. 231-232)
is an interesting dialogue, which the author concludes by making the former
an "earthly queen" and the latter a "heaven-bound votaress".

Mrs. Browning's `A Lay of the Early Rose' shows that we are not to strive
"for the dole of praise."




To ----, with a Rose



I asked my heart to say [1]
Some word whose worth my love's devoir might pay
Upon my Lady's natal day.