. 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. -=^ Wk ifagUS agbatka. Natural Order: CupuHferce—Oak Family. S nothing beautiful escapes the eye of the poet, numerous have been the tributes paid to this noble tree. It is lofty and abun- * dant in the forests of the Eastern States, and not unfrequently found throughout all sections of the United States, as well as fjQ^ in Europ
. 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. -=^ Wk ifagUS agbatka. Natural Order: CupuHferce—Oak Family. S nothing beautiful escapes the eye of the poet, numerous have been the tributes paid to this noble tree. It is lofty and abun- * dant in the forests of the Eastern States, and not unfrequently found throughout all sections of the United States, as well as fjQ^ in Europe. It grows straight and tall, rising sometimes to the height of one hundred feet on the banks of the Ohio, £ with a trunk nine feet in circumference. It has a gray, unbroken bark and long, sweeping branches, but not so pendulous as those of the elm, C and is scarcely equaled by any other tree in the shade it affords. Cattle are fond of its leaves in spring, when they are very tender, with a slight acid flavor. The nuts are partially triangular, and, though troublesome to eat, are sweet and nutritious. A valuable oil, but little inferior, it is said, to the olive, can be extracted from ;uu0r$ .rpi. T KNOW a walk where beeches grow — Where feathered songsters fill the air With music sweet, and flowers blow Blooming and fair. And there I've oft with pleasure wooed The muses nine in solitude. —Pred. W. Webber. QIX: nay, at six in any case ^ He could not come! 'tis evening chime, And if I reach the trysting place Whole hours before the trysting time, 'Tis not with any hope to see Unseemly soon my love appear; He is no idle maid like me; He has high things to do and bear. And not for worlds would I that he For love should weakly eager be. — Mrs. Eliza S: Randolph. QHE starts, for she doth hear ^^ My loving footstep near; She turns to bid me stay. With cheeks that burn for joy, With looks half kind, half coy — This is her heart's sweet way! So am I nothing loath. Bu
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