. 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. M^ SagcteS crecta. Natural Order: Composites—Aster Family. 'ARIGOLDS are mostly herbs of tropical America, and 1 long to the same order as the artemisia, chrysanthemum «• -* and China aster, which order is said to comprehend Wj'f le-ninth of all flowering plants. The Tagetes is named in a^ - honor of Tages, an Etrurian deity, a g
. 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. M^ SagcteS crecta. Natural Order: Composites—Aster Family. 'ARIGOLDS are mostly herbs of tropical America, and 1 long to the same order as the artemisia, chrysanthemum «• -* and China aster, which order is said to comprehend Wj'f le-ninth of all flowering plants. The Tagetes is named in a^ - honor of Tages, an Etrurian deity, a grandson of Jupiter, '^ who is said to have sprung from the plowed earth, in the form of a boy, and taught the Etrurians the art of foretelling events, or divination. A description of so familiar a plant is almost un- necessary, as everyone must know it has the yellowest of flowers and an abundance of them, interspersed with plumy foliage. The French Marigold has dark, velvety blossoms, which, var3ang through the different shades of maroon, are really pretty. All the varieties have a peculiar fragrance, rather balsamic than N FT those whose cruelty makes many mourn, Do by the fires which they first kindle burn. —Earl of Sterline. O counsel from our cruel wills can win us, VOU are more inhuman, more inexorable. But ills once done, we bear our guilt within us. —jfa/m Ford. 0' O, ten times more, than tigers of Hyrcania. —Shakespeare, TT7HY didst thou fling thyself across my My tiger spring must crush thee in its way, But cannot pause to pity thee. —Maturin. TET me be cruel, not unnatural; I will speak daggers to her, but use none. —Shakespeare. PANTASTIC tyrant of the amorous heart, How hard thy yoke! how cruel is thy dart! —Prior. !iK= T^HOU art come to answer A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch. Incapable of pity, void and empty From ev'ry drachm of mercy. —Shakespeare. 200 —<x3"' ^. Please note that these images are extracted
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