. 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. â 7^=^^^ H ^I'taniBia absintijiom. Natural Ordkr: Composite^âAster Family. 'RTEMISIA (so called in honor of the goddess Artemis, the Greek equivalent of the Roman Diana), or, in our vernacu- lar. Wormwood, is an intensely bitter plant, and has very powerful medicinal properties. Its flowers are yellow, and it is to some extent na
. 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. â 7^=^^^ H ^I'taniBia absintijiom. Natural Ordkr: Composite^âAster Family. 'RTEMISIA (so called in honor of the goddess Artemis, the Greek equivalent of the Roman Diana), or, in our vernacu- lar. Wormwood, is an intensely bitter plant, and has very powerful medicinal properties. Its flowers are yellow, and it is to some extent naturalized in the mountainous districts of our Northern States. Columella, the Latin writer on. agriculture of the first century of our era, mentions both the plant and absinthites, or Wormwood wine; and the celebrated Greek med- ical and botanical writer, Dioscorides, also speaks of it perhaps a century later. The Roman Wormwood is the kind usually found in our gardens, and is a native of Austria and other parts of Europe. ATE flowers that droop, forsaken by the spring; Ye birds that, left , cease to sing; Ye trees that fade when autumn heats remove: Say, is not absence death to those who love? âPope. TIKE as the culver on the bared bough, â '-' Sits mourning for the absence of her mate, And in her songs sends many a wishful vow For his return that seems to linger late: ^ H H Absence! by thy stern decree ow many a heart, once light and free, So I, alone now left, disconsolate, Mourn to myself the absence of my love; And, wandering here and there all desolate, [dove. Seek, with my plaints, to match that mournful â SpetLSer. QHORT absence hurt him more, And made his wound far greater than before; Absence not long enough to root out quite All love, increases love at second sight. â Thomas May. TITHAT tender strains of passion can impart Is fiU'd with doubts and fears! Thy days like tedious weeks do seem. Thy weeks slow-moving months we deem, Thy months long-lingerin
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