...cheek That tears began to stud 1 — And oped it to the dainty core Still glowing to the last : — It was the time of roses, We plucked them as we passed ! TO SILENCE. BY THE AUTHOR OF 'TO-DAY IN IRELAND.' YES, I have wooed thee, Silence, and have won:...

...Love, You snatched a damask bud, — And oped it to the dainty core, Still glowing to the last : — It was the time of roses, We plucked them as we passed ! MY HOME. BY THE REV. E. BARNARD. YON old grey wall, whose gable high Lifts the Redeemer's sign, Whose...

...Love, You snatched a damask bud, — And oped it to the dainty core, Still glowing to the last : — It was the time of roses, We plucked them as we passed ! BY THE REV. E. BARNARD. YON old grey wall, whose gable high Lifts the Redeemer's sign, Whose tendrils...

...eyes— Life's bloom before its blight. Oh ! every scene was flowery then, The world a garden vast ; " It was the time of roses : We plucked them as we passed ! " And Oh ! the hand which clutched at them, Nor feared nor felt the thorn ; No darkness was there...

...eyes detest This endless meal of brick. BALLAD. IT was not in the winter Our loving lot was cast ; It was the time of roses, — We plucked them as we passed ! That churlish season never frowned On early lovers yet ! Oh no, — the world was newly crowned With...

...of love, You snatched a damask hud ; — And oped it to the dainty core, Still glowing to the last ; It was the time of roses, — We plucked them as we passed ! CUARLES D1BD1N, the ion of a silversmith, «t Southampton, was horn in that town, in the year 1745....

...luxuriant hedges, rich with fresh foliage, and sweet with the flowers of the elder and the wild rose. It was the time of roses ; We plucked them as we passed. — Hood: for it was, in fact, the 29th of June. So we drove on, every few yards catching a peep into...

...crowned With flowers, when first we met. 'Twas twilight, and I bade you go, But still you held me last; It was the time of roses, — We plucked them as we passed ! What else could peer my glowing cheek That tears began to stud? And when I asked the like of love,...

...care attaineth, To that blessed height. BALLAD. IT was not in the winter Our loving lot was cast ; It was the time of roses, — We plucked them as we passed ! That churlish season never frowned On early lovers yet ! O, no — the world was newly crowned With...

...that spread their yet moist wings to dry in the sun, ere they could commence their joyous flight. " It was the time of roses — we plucked them as we passed." Shall we weight our pleasure in the lovely flowers by the thought of how frail and shortlived is their...