. 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. 'a flJipsanta fullonum. Natural ORDEit: Difsacca â Teasel Family. â LL the plants of this class except the Fuller's Teasel are devoid of interest, possessing no useful properties; but in Europe clothiers use the heads of that variety to raise the nap of woolen cloth. They are armed with hard, hooked scales, ,rQj which, being atta
. 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. 'a flJipsanta fullonum. Natural ORDEit: Difsacca â Teasel Family. â LL the plants of this class except the Fuller's Teasel are devoid of interest, possessing no useful properties; but in Europe clothiers use the heads of that variety to raise the nap of woolen cloth. They are armed with hard, hooked scales, ,rQj which, being attached for this purpose to a revolving cylin- ^^ der, brush against the surface of the cloth. The common wild Teasel found by roadsides and hedges is a naturalized plant from Europe. It flowers in large, oval heads, mounted on a stalk from three to four feet high, and the stalks and dry heads may often be seen, in winter, with their spiny cones decorated with sleet or frost, showing prismatic colors in the sun. It is cultivated in Europe in large fields, a rich soil being necessary. The plants are thinned to about a foot apart, and the heads are cut for sale the second Ibanil^rtip^* 'pHERE'S not a day, but, to the man of thought, * Betrays some secret that throws new reproach On life, and makes him sick of seeing more. âTmuig. T CAN ne'er forgive the thoughts I bore 'Gainst thee, and 'gainst the race of man entire. For I have stood at bay before the world, Facing the wolves that well nigh pulled me down, Until I deemed mankind a hungry pack. Eager to suck their wounded brothers' blood. But thou hast come to purge me of my gall. To heal my wounded heart, to dry my tears. And plant within my soul a love of man, Which, by heaven's grace, wrong never shall uproot. âGeorge H. Boker. T^EARED, shunned, belied, ere youth had lost her force. He hated men too much to feel remorse, And thought the voice of wrath a sacred call. To pay the injuries of some on all. âByron. T^HEY ha
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