. 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. r^^'^r^j ^ 'n OSt ©l-igaimm ma|orana. Natural Order: Labiatce—Mint Family. "HEN our grandsires flourished, and almost every plant received Lsome familiar, diminutive appellation that seemed to bring it jinto closer association with humanity than our now high- , sounding names, this plant was called Sweet Marjory. It is 'very
. 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. r^^'^r^j ^ 'n OSt ©l-igaimm ma|orana. Natural Order: Labiatce—Mint Family. "HEN our grandsires flourished, and almost every plant received Lsome familiar, diminutive appellation that seemed to bring it jinto closer association with humanity than our now high- , sounding names, this plant was called Sweet Marjory. It is 'very aromatic, and is grown more frequently as an herb for kitchen use than for ornament, and is useful in seasoning various articles of food. The flowers are pink, blooming in spikes. It is a native of Portugal. There is also a wild variety found in fields, and sometimes in the woods, that has nearly white flowers, and much the same properties as the other. The literal meaning of the name (from the Greek) is "joy of the ;. pONFUSION thrill'd me then, and secret joy, Fast throbbing, stole its treasures from my heart, And mantling upward, turned my face to crimson. —'Brooke. PjN Beauty's lids the gem-like tear ^^ Oft sheds its evanescent ray. But scarce is seen to sparkle, ere 'Tis chased by beaming smiles away; pROM every blush that kindles in thy cheek, Ten thousand little loves and graces spring. To revel in the roses. —Rowe Just so the blush is formed — and flies — Nor owns reflection's calm control; It comes, it deepens — fades and dies, A gush of feeling from the soul. —Alme Peyre Dimiies. POR I that old, old story had told — The story of anxious hopes and fears - While over her ringlets' dark-brown gold Was falling a shower of pearly tears — Tears that hung on her eyelids' fringe Like dew on the fresh-born buds of May And her blushes deepened their roseate tinge. As I tenderly kissed those tears away. /^H! little blush that comes and goes
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