The language of flowers : $b The floral offering ; a token of affection and esteem ; comprising the language and poetry of flowers — John Shaqi
The language of flowers : $b The floral offering ; a token of affection and esteem ; comprising the language and poetry of flowersDumont, Henrietta
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The language of flowers : $b The floral offering ; a token of affection and esteem ; comprising the language and poetry of flowers
Dumont, Henrietta
Flower language; Flowers in literature
Love is a celestial harmony
Of likely hearts, composed of stars’ consent,
Which join together in sweet sympathy,
To work each other’s joy and true content,
Which they have harboured since their first descent,
Out of their heavenly bowers, where they did see
And know each other here beloved to be.
_Spenser._
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I have done penance for contemning love;
Whose high imperious thoughts have punished me
With bitter fasts, with penitential groans,
With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs.
_Shakspeare._
* * * * *
The Myrtle on thy breast or brow
Would lively hope and love avow.
_J. H. Wiffen._
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Comfort cannot soothe
The heart whose life is centred in the thought
Of happy loves, once known, and still in hope,
Living with a consuming energy.
_Percival._
* * * * *
As in the sweetest bud
The eating canker dwells, so eating love
Inhabits in the finest wits of all.
_Shakspeare._
LILY OF THE VALLEY.... _Modesty_.
The beautiful Lily of the Valley is the fit emblem of the union of
beauty, simplicity, and love of retirement. It adds an indescribable
charm to the spots where it blooms. Its snowy hues and general delicacy
of appearance excite emotions of a kindred nature to those we experience
in the company of one whose heart is free from guile, and whose manners
are gentle and unpretending.
* * * * *
Lilacs then, and daffodillies,
And the nice-leaved, lesser Lilies,
Shading, like detected light,
Their little green-tipt lamps of white.
_Hunt._
* * * * *
I had found out a sweet green spot,
Where a Lily was blooming fair;
The din of the city disturbed it not,
But the spirit that shades the quiet cot
With its wings of love was there.
I found that Lily’s bloom,
When the day was dark and chill;
It smiled like a star in a misty gloom,
And it sent abroad a soft perfume,
Which is floating around me still.
_Percival._
* * * * *
The Lily, in whose snow-white bells
Simplicity delights and dwells.
_Balfour._
HYACINTH.... _Constancy_.
The blue Hyacinth is mentioned by several English writers as the emblem
of constancy. There are many varieties found in Europe and America, but
the variety known in Scotland as the “Blue Bell” is the most common and
the most celebrated.
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