. The language of flowers: or, Floral emblems of thoughts, feelings, and sentiments ... Flower language. THE ROSE. harmonious outlines with delight. But how can we describe the rounded sections which form her entirety, the lovely tints so delicately laid upon her, the sweet perfume which she sends forth ? Behold her, in the Spring, raising herself softly amid her elegant foliage, surrounded by her many buds ; one might say that the Queen of flowers sports with the air which plays around her, that she adorns herself with diamond- like drops of dew which bathe her, that she smiles at the sun's r
. The language of flowers: or, Floral emblems of thoughts, feelings, and sentiments ... Flower language. THE ROSE. harmonious outlines with delight. But how can we describe the rounded sections which form her entirety, the lovely tints so delicately laid upon her, the sweet perfume which she sends forth ? Behold her, in the Spring, raising herself softly amid her elegant foliage, surrounded by her many buds ; one might say that the Queen of flowers sports with the air which plays around her, that she adorns herself with diamond- like drops of dew which bathe her, that she smiles at the sun's rays which persuade her to display her charms. Nature seems to have exhausted her resources, in order to lavish upon her to excess, freshness, beauty of form, perfume, splendour, and loveliness. The Rose decorates the whole earth ; she is one of the most common of flowers. On the day that the beauty of the Rose is perfected, it begins to fade; but each succeeding Spring restores her to us fresh and new. Poets have sung of her charms in vain ; they have not made her praises grow old or become weari- some ; and her name of itself keeps their productions fresh and attractive. The emblem of every age ; the interpreter of all our sentiments; the Rose is mixed up with our festivals, with our joys and our sorrows. Innocent mirth crowns herself with Roses ; simple modesty borrows her blushing tints ; and we bestow a wreath of Roses as the reward of virtue. The Rose is the image of youth, in- nocence, and harmless pleasure. She belongs to Venus, and even is the rival of her beauty; the Rose possesses, like her, charms more lovely than beauty. Moore has sung rapturously of the Rose, 173. 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 Tyas, Robert, 1811-1879. London, New York, G. Routledge and sons
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