. 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. ^.Ji-. r^^S?3 |3rOS£rpinaca palustris. Natural Order: Onagracece — Evening Privirose ^JKE so many others, this plant, which inhabits moist places, such as ponds, swamps and ditches, has its mythological asso- ciations, being named, it is thought, from Proserpine, a Roman '^;goddess stolen by Pluto and conveyed to his kin
. 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. ^.Ji-. r^^S?3 |3rOS£rpinaca palustris. Natural Order: Onagracece — Evening Privirose ^JKE so many others, this plant, which inhabits moist places, such as ponds, swamps and ditches, has its mythological asso- ciations, being named, it is thought, from Proserpine, a Roman '^;goddess stolen by Pluto and conveyed to his kingdom. Ceres, ^S-^ her mother, searched for her a long time in vain, but at l^* " -'""^ "last hearing that she had been taken to Pluto's kingdom, she expostulated with Jupiter, and finally obtained permission for her daughter to remain one half the year with her, the other half in the infernal regions. The name, however, may have been derived from the creeping habit of the plant (Latin froserj>o, I creep), as the stems creep at the base in the mud or shallow water, the upper part only emerging. T7ULL soon, I know it, while they shall strain to free not, From these idolatrous arms you shall be torn; You are fated from my days to pass and be not, Like all of rare and fair they have ever worn! I am doomed, although the stealthy doom I see not; I feast, albeit I die tomorrow morn! —Edgar Fa-mcett. 'T^HE ship which goes to sea inform'd with fire,- Obeying only its own iron force. Reckless of adverse tides, breeze dead, or weak As infant's sporting breath, too faint to stir The feather held before it,—-is as much The appointed thrall of all the elements, 'TPHE grass withereth, the flower fadeth, Ay, and I know " 'tis well," For they shall live again when springtime's Sweet birdlings' songs shall tell. Above their knell. -Charlotte Gardner. As the white bosom'd bark which wooes the wind, And when it dies desists. And thus with man: However contra
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