. 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. s^ imSit0S0< 2lncl)UBa Officinalt0. Natural Order: BoraginaceceâBorage Family. UR gardens, fields and roadsides' everywhere furnish this rough perennial plant, which produces an abundance of sweet- scented purple flowers during the entire summer. The leaves are long and rough, from which it has received in England the name of
. 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. s^ imSit0S0< 2lncl)UBa Officinalt0. Natural Order: BoraginaceceâBorage Family. UR gardens, fields and roadsides' everywhere furnish this rough perennial plant, which produces an abundance of sweet- scented purple flowers during the entire summer. The leaves are long and rough, from which it has received in England the name of Ox-tongue, and the stem is covered with bristly hairs. The root is used in medicine, producing a gentle moisture through the system. The root of one of the species yields the red dye that was so much used by the Athenian ladies as a rouge when that classic city was in its 'T^HERETO when needed, she could weep and pray, â¢'â And when she listed she could fawn and flatter, Now smiling smoothly, like to summer's day, Now glooming sadly, so to cloak the matter; Yet were her words but wind, and all her tears but water. âSpenser, T7VEUY man in this age has not a soul Of crystal, for all men to read their actions Through; men's hearts and faces are so far asunder That they hold no intelligence. âBeaumont and Fletcher. A glittering volume may cover A story of sorrow and woe; And night's gayest meteors may hover Where danger lies lurking below. ^O smooth he daubed his life with show of virtue. He lived from all attainder of suspect. WET there came a time To my proud love's prime. When that proved base I had deemed sublime. By the cool stream's bed My flowers hung dead. And the serpent, hissing, upreared its head! âMary E. Bradley. 58 âShakespeare. QO, friend, be warned! He is not one Thy youth should trust, for all his smiles Frank foreheads, gemal as the sun, May hide a thousand treacherous wiles. And tones like music's honeyed flow May work â God knows! â the bittere
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