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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 — 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

Name: The language of flowers : $b The floral offering ; a token of affection and esteem ; comprising the language and poetry of flowers
Author: Dumont, Henrietta

Dumont, Henrietta

Flower language; Flowers in literature

The Amaranth is unfading; and it has, therefore, been made the emblem of
immortality. In Homer’s time, it was customary to wear crowns of
Amaranth at the funerals of distinguished personages. Milton, in his
Lycidas, classes it among the flowers that “sad embroidery wear.” In the
floral games at Toulouse, the principal prize was a golden Amaranth for
the best lyric composition. The Amaranthus hypochondriacus, one of the
American species, is better known by the name of Prince’s Feather.

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    There’s a yearning that’s felt in your heart’s deepest cell,
    And silently, vainly, within doth it swell;
    And, scorning the hopes of the children of earth,
    Seeks the bright home of its heavenly birth;
    And that yearning, unquenched in the heart will lie,
    Till refreshed by a draught from eternity.

    _Miss Larcom._

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                      Oh, listen man!
    A voice within us speaks that startling word,
    “Man, thou shalt never die!” Celestial voices
    Hymn it unto our souls: according harps,
    By angel fingers touched, when the mild stars
    Of morning sang together, sound forth still
    The song of our great immortality.

    _Dana._

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    Immortal Amaranth! a flower which once
    In paradise, fast by the tree of life
    Began to bloom; but soon, for man’s offence,
    To heaven removed, where first it grew, there grows
    And flowers aloft, shading the tree of life.

    _Milton._

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    There are distinctions that will live in heaven,
    When time is a forgotten circumstance!
    The elevated brow of kings will lose
    The impress of regalia, and the slave
    Will wear his immortality as free
    Beside the crystal waters; but the depth
    Of glory in the attributes of God
    Will measure the capacities of mind;
    And, as the angels differ, will the ken
    Of gifted spirits glorify Him more.

    _Willis._

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    Were death annihilation--were this life
    A lamp extinguished, ne’er to be relit,--
    Then words of deep despondency were fit;
    Then man perchance might lift his arm in strife
    Against his LORD. Were blessedness of mind
    Dependent on the vastness of the heap
    Of gold and gems the schemers ’mong mankind
    Could gather--then ’twere virtuous to weep.
    But ’tis not so. Infinity of time
    Is yet to be. Beyond our vision lie
    Eternal realms, ineffably sublime
    And beautiful.

    _MacKellar._




STRAWBERRY.... _Perfection_.

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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

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