. 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. osn ®ilta COVOnopitolia. Natural Order: PolemoniacetB â Polemonium Family. (eCAUSE of its finely pinnatifid foliage, nearly resembling the cypress vine, this plant used to be, and perhaps is still, in some localities, called Standing Cypress; but it belongs to another class of plants. It is a handsome plant, though not } bloomin
. 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. osn ®ilta COVOnopitolia. Natural Order: PolemoniacetB â Polemonium Family. (eCAUSE of its finely pinnatifid foliage, nearly resembling the cypress vine, this plant used to be, and perhaps is still, in some localities, called Standing Cypress; but it belongs to another class of plants. It is a handsome plant, though not } blooming until the second year. Seeds should be sown every spring for the next year's blooming, as should be done with biennials, in order to have them every summer. The first year, the Ipomopsis rests like a tuft of finely-cut leaves close to the ground, and should be removed and kept in sand free from moisture and hard frost, or, if left in the ground, the soil must be well drained, as they are liable is' to decay with much dampness. The second year, the stalk rises and 7 ^ branches, covering itself with thread-like foliage, while its tubular flowers of scarlet, yellow, or rose, surround its stems for a foot or ^tt$pn$^H H E has jumped the brook, he has climbed the knowe, There 's never a faster foot, I know, But still he seems to tarry. âSidney Dohell. â QE not long, for in the tedious minutes, Exquisite interval, I'm on the rack; For sure the greatest evil man can know. Bears no proportion to this dread suspense. -Frotvde. /^H! how impatience gains upon my soul ^ When the long-promis'd hour of joy draws near; How slow the tardy moments seem to roll. What specters rise of inconsistent fear. âMrs. Tiff/te, r\ THAT man might know ^ The end of this day's business, ere it come! But it sufficeth that the day will end, And then the end is known. âShakesteare. AND there are hearts that watch and wait For those who toil upon the shore: QO tedious is this day, ^ As is the nigh
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