. 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. av mr V illirabtlis lalapa. Natural Order: NyctaginaceceâFour-o'clock Family. 'T is from the roots of this plant, which is a native of the West Indies, that the Jalap of commerce is obtained. The stem is about two feet high, having numerous branches, with smooth, oval, pointed leaves, and tuberous root. Its flowers are large, blo
. 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. av mr V illirabtlis lalapa. Natural Order: NyctaginaceceâFour-o'clock Family. 'T is from the roots of this plant, which is a native of the West Indies, that the Jalap of commerce is obtained. The stem is about two feet high, having numerous branches, with smooth, oval, pointed leaves, and tuberous root. Its flowers are large, blooming in clusters, very sweet and fragrant, and various in colors. This, with the few species from Mexico, all open about the time of day their name indicates, and continue a perfect succession of bloom during the whole summer. The plants bloom better the second year, if the roots are removed to a dry cellar during the winter, kept from frost, and replanted in the D ESIRE not to live long, but to live well; How long we live, not years, but actions tell. â WatkyTis. 'T'IME is a feathered thing, And whilst I praise The sparkling of thy locks, and call them ravs. Takes wing. -Mayne. ART is long and time is fleeting. And our hearts, though stout and brave. Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. T" IME, as he passes, has a dove's wing, Unsoiled and swift, and of a silken sound. âCowper. 'yOUCH us gently, Time! Let us glide down thy stream Gently â as we sometimes gli4e Through' a quiet dream. âBryan W. Proctor. ^Lon^fellow. 'T'HE hours are viewless angeK, That still go gliding by. And bear each minute's record up To Him who sits on high. âC. P. Cranch. Pi â pVEN such is Time, that takes on trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have. And pays us with but age and dust; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our wavs. Shuts up the story of our days! âSir W. Raleigh. Ji J4. Please note that these images are extract
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