. 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. â '^ C^fiV f ^tl'Opo Bdla^onna. Natural Order: SolanaceceâNightshade Family. ATE personified (not as one, but threefold) was described in ancient Greek mythology as three women with robes of ermine, as white as snow, bordered around with purple. The first is named Clotho, the second, Lachesis, and the ^ third, Atropos (literally,
. 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. â '^ C^fiV f ^tl'Opo Bdla^onna. Natural Order: SolanaceceâNightshade Family. ATE personified (not as one, but threefold) was described in ancient Greek mythology as three women with robes of ermine, as white as snow, bordered around with purple. The first is named Clotho, the second, Lachesis, and the ^ third, Atropos (literally, not turning), because she is immuta- ^t^^ble and unalterable. "To them is intrusted the manage- ment of the thread of life: for Clotho draws the thread between her fingers; Lachesis turns the wheel; and Atropos cuts the thread. That is, Clotho gives life and brings into the world, Lachesis deter- mines the fortunes that shall befal us here, and Atropos concludes our ; The flower of this plant is of a pale purple, the berries of a glossy black, freely charged with a purple juice. The whole plant is poisonous, especially the berries. Fortunately it is not naturalized in the United â pjEATH is the crown of life; Were death deny'd, poor men would live in vain; Were death deny'd, to live would not'be life; Were death deny'd, ev'n fools would wish to die. T^EATH 's but a path that must be trod, 'pHE bad man's death is horror; but the just If man would ever pass to God. â â¢â Keeps something of his glory in his dust. âParnell. âBabbiitff ton. 'T^HE world recedes; it disappears! Heav'n opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring. âPofe. T BREATHE in the face of a maiden, I kiss the soft mouth of a rose; Yet not that I hate them, but love them. My black wings are spread forth above them, And round them my pinions enclose; I love them so well that they die; Yet my heart with their sorrow is laden. And sad with their cry. âEllis. ite jj-^f-. Pl
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