. The floral kingdom : its history, sentiment and poetry : A dictionary of more than three hundred plants, with the genera and families to which they belong, and the language of each illustrated with appropriate gems to poetry . Flower language; Flowers in literature. f-y^ ^UropCEa. Natural Order: OleaceceâOlive HIEFLY cultivated for its fruit, ihe Olive abounds in Spain, Italy, and the southern parts of France. The fruit is first bruised to the consistency of paste, after which it is mixed with hot water, and strained through flannel sacks. The oil is then separated from the water, a
. The floral kingdom : its history, sentiment and poetry : A dictionary of more than three hundred plants, with the genera and families to which they belong, and the language of each illustrated with appropriate gems to poetry . Flower language; Flowers in literature. f-y^ ^UropCEa. Natural Order: OleaceceâOlive HIEFLY cultivated for its fruit, ihe Olive abounds in Spain, Italy, and the southern parts of France. The fruit is first bruised to the consistency of paste, after which it is mixed with hot water, and strained through flannel sacks. The oil is then separated from the water, and bottled or barreled for transportation as the Olive oil of commerce. Minerva (in Greek, Athend), the goddess of war, wears a crown of Olive leaves as an emblem of peace; for, say ancient authors, "war is only made that peace may ; It is said, also, that when she was disputing with Neptune about the name of a city, she caused an Olive tree to spring out of the ground, which being considered more useful to man than the horse her competitor brought, she had the privilege of calling the city Athense, after her own name. This is the Athens of our time. A PEACE is of the nature of a conquest; For then both parties nobly are subdued, And neither partj loses. ANGEL of Peace, thou hast wandered too long; â ^ *â Spread thy white wings to the sunshine of love, Come while our voices are blended in song, Fly to our ark like the storm-beaten dove. âO. W. Holmes. â Shakespeare. TOVELY concord, and most sacred peace, â '-' Doth nourish virtue, and fast friendship breeds; Weak she makes strong, and strong things does increase. Till it the pitch of highest praise exceeds. â Spenser. pEACE, thy olive wand extend. And bid wild war his ravage end. âBxtrns. â pvOWN future, through long generations. Peace! and no longer from its brazen poi-tals â '-^ The echoing sounds grow fainter, and then cease; The blast of war's great organ shakes the skies! And like a bell
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