. 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. m^ "-r*-^- 0irje0|rst» (Jlcil"£Opai0 thlCtona. Natural Order: Composites—Aster Family. ANY are the varieties of this truly handsome annual, which derives its name from two Greek words, koris, a bug, and r^^ of sis, appearance. The flov/ers are about an inch or an ^^inch and a half in diameter, and in shape like a diminu
. 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. m^ "-r*-^- 0irje0|rst» (Jlcil"£Opai0 thlCtona. Natural Order: Composites—Aster Family. ANY are the varieties of this truly handsome annual, which derives its name from two Greek words, koris, a bug, and r^^ of sis, appearance. The flov/ers are about an inch or an ^^inch and a half in diameter, and in shape like a diminutive ^"Sunflower, the rays or petals being yellow, crimson, maroon •" ''and red; or yellow with one of the darker colors forming a circle at the base. They bloom profusely during the whole sum- mer. The plants are delicate in growth and are about two feet high. They are natives of all the Southern !|itjtp^ ai all %mt%. /"^OULD you chain the blithe waves dancing wild in their glee? ^ Could you check the glad mockbird his carol repeating, Hold the laughing leaves still that are fluttering free, Or the sungleams that o'er the green meadows are fleeting? And why is my voice attuned like a lute To the music that all things around me are feeling. If its voice in that concert alone must be mute. If I shut out the doctrine of nature's revealing? —EUzabelli F. Ellet. P OWS of liquid eyes in laughter. How they glimmer, how they quiver! Sparkling one another after, Like bright ripples on a river. Tipsy band of rubious faces. Flushed with Joy's, ethereal spirit. Make your mocks and sly grimaces At Love's self, and do not fear it. —George Darley. /^H! why delight to wrap the soul In pall of fancied sadness? 'Twere best be merry while we live, And paint our cheeks with gladness; What if hope tells a "flattering tale," And mocks us by deceiving, 'Tis better far to be content,— There's nothing made by grieving. —L. Labree. AND her against sweet c
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