. 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. ff Hosa JBaiUaSttna. Natural Order: Rosacece—Rose Family. ^^. 'AMASCUS, a city one of the most ancient and renowned in Syria, gives its name to this particular variety of Rose, which blooms monthly, and, under favorable circumstances, all seasons. The Rose is said to have been the favorite flower of Venus, and was formerly white,
. 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. ff Hosa JBaiUaSttna. Natural Order: Rosacece—Rose Family. ^^. 'AMASCUS, a city one of the most ancient and renowned in Syria, gives its name to this particular variety of Rose, which blooms monthly, and, under favorable circumstances, all seasons. The Rose is said to have been the favorite flower of Venus, and was formerly white, until she, being in haste to assist her dying lover, pierced her foot with a thorn, and some of the blood falling on it changed its color from white to red. It grows about four feet high, most of the monthly sorts being dwarfish in habit. >Iu$]^itt5 P^aat^, U" [NTO the ground she cast her modest eye, And ever and anon, with rosy red, The bashful blush her snowy cheeks did dye. — Spenser, FF Jove would give the leafy bowers A queen for all their world of flowers, The rose would be the choice of Jove, And reign the queen of every gi-ove. —Moore. /^IVE me the eloquent cheek ^-^ Where blushes burn and die; Like time, its changes speak The spirit's purity. —Frances Sarge7it Osgood. rjEAUTY was lent to nature as the type D Of heaven's unspeakable and holy joy. —Mrs. Hale. TTTE are blushing roses. Bending with our fulness, 'Midst our close-capp'd sister buds, Warming the green coolness. Of all flowers, Methinks a rose is best . .... It is the very emblem of a maid, For when the west wind courts her gently, How modestly she blows, and paints the sun With her chaste blushes! —Beaumont and Fletcher. ^%^^. 362 Whatsoe'er of beauty Yearns and yet reposes, Blush, and bosom, and sweet breath, Took a shape in roses. —Leigh Hunt. T^HE lilies faintly to the roses yield. As on thy lovely cheek they struggling vie; (Who would not strive upon so sweet a field To win the mast
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