Roses, and pinks, and violets, to adorn
The shrine of Flora in her early May.
But there are left delights as high as these,
And I shall ever bless my destiny,
That in a time, when under pleasant trees
Pan is no longer sought, I feel a free
A leafy luxury, seeing I could please
With these poor offerings, a man like thee.



[The Short Pieces in the middle of the Book, as well
as some of the Sonnets, were written at an earlier
period than the rest of the Poems.]




POEMS.



"Places of nestling green for Poets made."
STORY OF RIMINI.



I stood tip-toe upon a little hill,
The air was cooling, and so very still.
That the sweet buds which with a modest pride