. The book of roses. Roses. THESE ARE roses which bloom but once in the year; hence they have lost favor of late: for superb families of roses, fully equal in beauty, if not in hardiness, and en- dowed with an enviable power of renewing or perpetuating their charms, — of smiling in October as well as in June, and glowing in full effulgence even on the edge of winter, — have dazzled us into a forgetfulness of our ancient fa- vorites. Yet all the poetry of the rose belongs to these old roses of summer. It is they that bloomed in white and red in the rival shields of York and Lancaster; and it is
. The book of roses. Roses. THESE ARE roses which bloom but once in the year; hence they have lost favor of late: for superb families of roses, fully equal in beauty, if not in hardiness, and en- dowed with an enviable power of renewing or perpetuating their charms, — of smiling in October as well as in June, and glowing in full effulgence even on the edge of winter, — have dazzled us into a forgetfulness of our ancient fa- vorites. Yet all the poetry of the rose belongs to these old roses of summer. It is they that bloomed in white and red in the rival shields of York and Lancaster; and it is they that, time out of mind, have been the no. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the original Parkman, Francis, 1823-1893. Boston, J. E. Tilton and company
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