. 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. :^- ^JlmggbaluB puniila. Natural Order: RosaceceâRose Family. HE Almond is a beautiful little shrub, sending forth its deli- cate pink, crape-like blossoms early in the spring, completely covering each branch from base to apex, while the foliage is almost unseen. The ancients had a beautiful custom of wreathing poetic fables with
. 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. :^- ^JlmggbaluB puniila. Natural Order: RosaceceâRose Family. HE Almond is a beautiful little shrub, sending forth its deli- cate pink, crape-like blossoms early in the spring, completely covering each branch from base to apex, while the foliage is almost unseen. The ancients had a beautiful custom of wreathing poetic fables with everything, and there is scarcely a flower but what is clothed with some affecting tale of dis- appointed lovers. The Almond tree was said by them to have sprung from the dead body of Phyllis, princess of Thrace, who was watching for her betrothed husband's return. On the day appointed for his arrival, she watched and waited anxiously, and at last, hopeless and despairing, killed herself upon the shore, and was changed into this shrub. ^XX. rjUT dreadful is their doom whom doubt has driven To censure fate, and pious hope forego: Like yonder blasted boughs by lightning riven. Perfection, beauty, life, they never know. But frown on all that pass, a monument of -Beattie, TV 1 ETHINKS we stand on ruin; nature shakes â¢'â ' About us; and the universal frame 's T^HERE is no light shed on my way, Ev'n hope's pale beam has fled. So loose, that it but wants another push To leap from its hinges. â âLee. H And those I loved have gone for aye To the cold realms of the dead. âMarcia Hall. OW like gall and wormwood to the taste The cup that we have longed to drain may prove. âLydia yane Pierson. ^k /^H! my darling, earth is weary. Life, without thee, sad and dreary. Ocean's song a Miserere! And my sun is burning low, Fainter yet life's embers glow. Tides will ebb that cannot flow. âJames Franklin Fills. TTTHO sees laid low, At a single blow. The sweetest thing in his life, ma
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