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A Poppy grows upon the shore Bursts her twin cup in summer late: Her leaves are glaucous green and hoar, Her petals yellow, delicate.— filed under Flowers-Poppy
Teviot. Sweet Teviot! on thy silver tide The glaring bale-fires blaze no more; No longer steel-clad warriors ride Along thy wild and willow'd shore. Scor-Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto IV. St. 1. Thames. There is a hill beside the silver Thames, Shady with birch and beech and odorous pine; And brilliant underfoot with thousand gems, Steeply the thickets to his floods decline.— filed under Rivers-Thames