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FLORA TO CLAUDE, ON HIS PLUCKING A ROSE by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS

Poet Analysis

First Line: AH! YOU THOUGHTLESS CRUEL BOY
Last Line: THE GLORY OF MY SUMMER BOWER.
Subject(s): FLOWERS; ROSES;
AH! you thoughtless cruel boy,
'Tis all your pleasure to destroy;
Fairer was my blushing rose,
Than any fragrant flower that blows.
Already, lo ! it droops and dies,
And all its lovely crimson flies.
'Twas I who breathed the sweet perfume,
I shed the rich luxuriant bloom;
And when the bud in embryo lay,
I chased the nipping blight away.
'Twas I the silken texture spun:
Now my work is all undone;
And now I mourn my fairest flower,
The glory of my summer bower.



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