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...mortal shrouds When thou dost interfere. Though all is gay, what gloomy dumb Thy musings shadow here ! To think of Summers yet to come That I am not to see...think a weed is yet to bloom From dust that I shall be !" JOHN CLARE. TA'MUS*. Linnean Class and Order. DiŒ'сiAf, HEXA'NDIUA. Natural Order. DIOSCORE^:,...

...of an hour-glass in her garden-honee, the following simple verse from the poems of J. Clare. It was when the flowers were in their highest glory :— "To think of summers yet to come, That I am not to seu ! To think a weed is yet to bloom From dust that I shall be!" The next morning she found the following...

...the year when the flowers were in their highest beauty : " To think of Summers yet to come, That I om not to see, To think a weed is yet to bloom, From du. r that I shall be!" The next morning she found pencilled on the back of the same card : "To think,...

...her garden-house, the following simple verso from one of the poems of John Clare. It was the season when the flowers were in their highest glory: "To think of summers yet to eome, That I am not to see ! To think a weed is yet to bloom From dust that I shall be !" The next...

...of an hour-glass in her garden-house, the following simple verse from the poems of J. Clare. It was when the flowers were in their highest glory. " To...of summers yet to come, That I am not to see ! To l hink a weed is yet to bloom From dust th'at I shall be!" The next morning she found the following...

...simple verse from the poems of 3. Clare. It was when the flowers were in their highest gl«y :— " To think of summers yet to come . That I am not to sec ! То think a weed is yet to bloom From dust that I shall Ъе !" The next morning she found the...