. 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. ? £atl)grU0 oiloratttS. Natural Order: LeguminosceâPulse Family. c;ATHYRUS ODORATUS, or Sweet Pea, is one of the favorites of olden times, that has been crowded out by more recent novelties; but as fashions rotate, old things return to us as new, so now we hope these really-beautiful flowers will :=;^=^^^^^^\, again come to the
. 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. ? £atl)grU0 oiloratttS. Natural Order: LeguminosceâPulse Family. c;ATHYRUS ODORATUS, or Sweet Pea, is one of the favorites of olden times, that has been crowded out by more recent novelties; but as fashions rotate, old things return to us as new, so now we hope these really-beautiful flowers will :=;^=^^^^^^\, again come to the front, and press their claims upon all ' â ' ' -' '"^ flower-loving people. They are most excellent for screens or arbors (whence the botanical name, from the Greek lathon, lying hid), many of them growing to the height of six feet; and although not producing as much leafage as the morning glory, they fully make up for the remissness by the abundance and fragrance of their blossoms. They are mostly from tropical climates, being natives of Ceylon, Sicily, and Barbary. In color they are white, purple, blue, nearly black, and variegated; and are most easy of cultivation,. u TJUT why do you go?" said the lady, while both sate under the yew; â¢^ And her eyes were alive in their depth, as the kraken beneath the sea-blue. " Because I fear youj" he answered; " because you are far too fair. And able to strangle my soul in a mesh of your gold-colored hair.' QO, closing his heart, the judge rode on, ^ And Maud was left in the field alone. â Whittier. -Mrs. Browning. QING on! we sing in the glorious weather ^ Till one steps over the tiny strand. We move apart, while she singeth ever. Taking the course of the stooping sun. He prays, "Come over" â I may not follow; I cry, "Return!" but he cannot come; We speak, we laugh, but with voices hollow; Our hands are hanging, our hearts are numb. âyean Ingelcrw, TJERE are sweet peas, on tiptoe for
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