. 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. !B(inunCUlU0 CUXIS, Natural Order: RanunculaceceâCrowfoot Family. UAINT is the fancy that attaches in the minds of the young to this common plant, so beautifully characterized by the poet Robert Browning as "the little children's ; The very name calls up the pictxire of children crouching in the grass, and holding
. 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. !B(inunCUlU0 CUXIS, Natural Order: RanunculaceceâCrowfoot Family. UAINT is the fancy that attaches in the minds of the young to this common plant, so beautifully characterized by the poet Robert Browning as "the little children's ; The very name calls up the pictxire of children crouching in the grass, and holding the golden blossoms under each other's chin to see if by the reflection they love butter, feel- ing assured that the least yellow gleam is indicative that their bread should be thickly spread with that golden and necessary product of the dairy. The leaves drop from the plant easily, and frequently the least touch will cause the petals of the flowers to fall in a golden 'T^HOU hast no truth to prove, fair Eloise; *â And I say thou art false, who loved thee most; Then spare us both these feints and artful words. I could forgive thee if thou didst not play The actress with me now. And now I go; But ere I go, I'll say I do forgive thee. âFrames A. Fuller. C WHO should be trusted now, when one's right hand Is peri'ur'd to the bosom.' Proteus, I am sorry, I must never ti-ust thee more. But count the world a stranger for thy sake; The private wound is deepest. âShakespeare. ^HIS, this has thrown a serpent to my heart. While it o'erflowed with tenderness, with joy. With all the sweetness of exulting love; Now naught but gall is there, and burning poison. Our doubts are traitors. And make us lose the good we oft might win. By fearing to attempt. âShakespeare. IFE'S sunniest hours are not without The shadow of some lingering doubt. â Whiitier. T - Thompson. r\ DOUBT! O doubt! I know my destiny; ^ I feel thee fluttering bird-like in my breast; I cannot loose, but I will si
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