. The language of flowers: or, Floral emblems of thoughts, feelings, and sentiments ... Flower language. THE ROSE. " Rose! thou art the sweetest flower, that ever drank the amber shower ; Rose! thou art the fondest child of dimpled Spring, the wood-nymph wild! " and again, " While we invoke the wreathed Spring, resplendent Rose ! to thee we'll sing; Resplendent Rose, the flower of flowers, whose breath perfumes Olym- pus' bowers; Whose virgin blush, of chasten'd dye, enchants so much our mortal ; and further, " The Rose distils a healing balm, the beating pulse of
. The language of flowers: or, Floral emblems of thoughts, feelings, and sentiments ... Flower language. THE ROSE. " Rose! thou art the sweetest flower, that ever drank the amber shower ; Rose! thou art the fondest child of dimpled Spring, the wood-nymph wild! " and again, " While we invoke the wreathed Spring, resplendent Rose ! to thee we'll sing; Resplendent Rose, the flower of flowers, whose breath perfumes Olym- pus' bowers; Whose virgin blush, of chasten'd dye, enchants so much our mortal ; and further, " The Rose distils a healing balm, the beating pulse of pain to calm ; Preserves the cold inurnfed clay, and mocks the vestige of decay; And when at length in pale decline, its florid beauties fade and pine, Sweet as in youth, its balmy breath diff'uses odour e'en in death !" We are told that all Roses were once white, and Herrick accounts for some being changed into red, thus, " 'Tis said, as Cupid danced among the gods, he down the nectar flung ; Which on the white rose being shed, made it for ever after ; Moore, however, makes the origin of the red Rose coeval with the rising of Venus (Aphrodite) from the foam of the sea ; he-says, â " Then, then, in strange eventful hour, the earth produced an infant flower, Which sprung, with blushing tinctures drest, and wantoned o'er its parent breast. The gods beheld this brilliant birth, and hailed the Rose, the boon of earth! With nectar drops, a ruby tide, the sweetly orient buds they dyed. And bad them on the spangled .thorn expand their bosoms to the morn 174. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the original Tyas, Robert, 1811-1879. London, New York, G. Routledge and sons
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