. 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. w SV- ?Dtantl)US barbatrrs. Natural Ordek: Caryo;phyllacecB— Pink Family. ALLED Dianthus, or flower of Jove, by the Greeks, the Sweet William still stands preeminent among the flowers which deck the garden. Although it be surrounded by the modern pinks and carnations, flaunting their beauty with high-sounding names, it deserves c
. 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. w SV- ?Dtantl)US barbatrrs. Natural Ordek: Caryo;phyllacecB— Pink Family. ALLED Dianthus, or flower of Jove, by the Greeks, the Sweet William still stands preeminent among the flowers which deck the garden. Although it be surrounded by the modern pinks and carnations, flaunting their beauty with high-sounding names, it deserves cherishing as an antique plant, as well as for its sportive variety. Many species of the Dianthus are natives of Oriental countries, and their colors are superb, attesting the warmth of the Eastern climates, where nature is brilliant in her tints. This species, sometimes familiarly called Bunch Pink, and some other varieties, are natives of ^Irakgnm. A" ^ND mar your plot! No; I'm too bold for that; I threw him off the scent, and ran with speed To warn you, sefior, how to take the man. —Georjs^e H, Boker, VyiTH bended bow and quiver full of arrows, xill we o'ertook the spoil encumbered foe. Hovered about the enemy, and marked We fought and conquered. Ere a sword was drawn The road he took, then hastened to ray friends, An arrow from my bow had pierced their chief, Whom, with a troop of fifty chosen men, who wore that day the arms which now I wear. I met advancing. The pursuit I led, —John Home. n^HE maid shakes her head, on her lips lays her fingers. Steals up from her seat — longs to go, and yet'lingers; A frightened glance turns to her drowsy grandmother. Puts one foot on the stool, spins the wheel with the other. Lazily, easily, swings now the wheel round; Slowly and lowly is heard now the reel's sound; Noiseless and light to the lattice above her The maid steps — then leaps to the arms of her lover. Slower — and slower — and slower the wheel swings
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