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Quotes by Henry Timrod
And the jasmine flower in her fair young breast, (O the faint, sweet smell of that jasmine flower!) And the one bird singing alone to his nest. And the one star over the tower. OWEN MEREDITH (Lord Lytton)- Aux Italiens. St. 13. It smelt so faint, and it smelt so sweet It made me creep and it made me cold. Like the scent that steals from the crumbling sheet Where a mummy is half unroll'd. OWEN MEREDITH (Lord Lytton)- Aux Italiens. Out in the lonely woods the jasmine burns Its fragrant lamps, and turns Into a royal court with green festoons The banks of dark lagoons.— filed under Flowers-Kingcup