. Cyclopedia of practical floriculture. Floriculture; Flower language. r m k Eosa albo. Natural Order: RosaceceâRose Family. I RMANY produces, more extensively perhaps than an}' other- tountrv, the Rosa alba, or White Rose, a shrub growing Irom six to seven feet high. Its flowers are usually pure white, though sometimes delicately tinted with a blush. The White Rose has been selected as a symbol of secrecy, as the old Latin phrase 5///' rosa signifies under the rose, or '^i,^', secietU . and Booth says it was so considered by the ancients, who â¢aw,*^3 hunt; It up at their entertainments, as a
. Cyclopedia of practical floriculture. Floriculture; Flower language. r m k Eosa albo. Natural Order: RosaceceâRose Family. I RMANY produces, more extensively perhaps than an}' other- tountrv, the Rosa alba, or White Rose, a shrub growing Irom six to seven feet high. Its flowers are usually pure white, though sometimes delicately tinted with a blush. The White Rose has been selected as a symbol of secrecy, as the old Latin phrase 5///' rosa signifies under the rose, or '^i,^', secietU . and Booth says it was so considered by the ancients, who â¢aw,*^3 hunt; It up at their entertainments, as a token that anything there rfVit '^'^'^ "'^'^ "o*^ to be divulged. The flowers are very fragrant, and. '' blo(jm in clustc ^^tri^t^* OEARCII n â ^ Nor to kn ot to find « hat lies too deeply hid; ms things â » vhose knowledge is forbid. -Denlmm. lirELL, read my cheek, and watch ** Too strictly school'd arc they. ny eye,â 11 THEN two know it, how can ** And indeed with what justi it be ce can One secret of" my soul to show, Expect secresy in me, that canno One hidden thought betray. M > Landon. Be private yourself.' , INDEED, tr ^ Joy bred a ue gladness id born but doth not always speak: in the tongue is weak. -Ba, Jonmn. 11 lY lisfninj; powers â¢'â '^ Were awed, and ev'ry tliou^ht in si I'LL keep this secret from tht *â As warily as those that deal «ork ence hung, in poi And wond'ring expectation. -Akenside. Keep poison from their childrei ⢠- A SECRET in his mouth, Is like a wild bird put in a cage; W'hose door no sooner opens, but 'tis p. â JTO our calm today its ghost comes gliding- Known all too late! Take from my liand its emblem, and the emblen- Of our strange fate. silence .Silence! its pale lips say; the snow-whil Of yon sad stone. Vet âlingering joy â the sharers, even of silence, Are not alone! â Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced
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