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THE FLORAL

APRICOT-BLOSSOM.



The world hath not a sweeter creature.

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What an eye!—Methinks it sounds a parley of provocation.—An inviting eye, and yet, methinks, right modest.

Shakspeare.



An eye, like Mars, to threaten and command,
A combination and a form, indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his seal
To give the world assurance of a man.

Shakspeare.