. La Floral Kingdom : la sua storia, il sentimento e la poesia : un dizionario di oltre trecento piante, con i generi e le famiglie a cui appartengono e la lingua di ciascun illustrato con opportune le gemme per la poesia . Lingua dei fiori; i fiori in letteratura. 6^r ©OlTlpljrtnci globoStt. Ordine naturale: Amarantacece-famiglia amaranto. Egli Amaranto Globe è una gara da annuale il fiorito vales dell India. È apprezzato soprattutto per i suoi capi di bright, rotondo, fiori viola che, se raccolte quando blos fresco- somed, manterranno la loro brillantezza per anni. La varietà bianca è coltivata fo

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. 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. 6^r ©OlTlpljrtnci globoStt. Natural Order: Amarantacece—Amaranth Family. HE Globe Amaranth is a tender annual from the flowery vales of India. It is valued chiefly for its heads of bright, round, purple flowers, which, if gathered when freshly blos- somed, will retain their brilliancy for years. The white variety is cultivated for the same purpose, the two forming very pretty bouquets foi" winter. The seeds are enveloped in a cottony substance, which should be removed before planting, as it hinders the process of germination.. T CHANGE but in dying, and no holier vow ^ From lips mortal e'er came than I breathe to thee now; It comes from a heart with love for thee sighing; Believe me, 'tis true—I change but in dying. —John S. Adams. T WAS not false to thee, and yet My cheek alone look'd pale! My weary eye was dim and wet, My strength began to fail; Thou wert the same; thy looks were gay, Thy step , was light and free: And yet, with truth my heart can say, I was not false to thee. —Mrs. Norton. %^^ pHANGELESS as the greenest leaves ^^ Of the wreath the cypress weaves — Hopeless often when most fond — Without hope or fear beyond Its own pale fidelity. —Miss London. T WOULD not leave thee did I know That all the world's reproach were true — That 'neath some great temptation's power Thy soul had lost its native hue; Had dyed itself with darkest guilt; Had plunged without remorse in crime: Not even then would I forsake — Thine, and thine only, for all time. —H. C. 'pHE mountain rill Seeks with no surer flow, the far, bright sea, Than my unchang'd aiTection flows to thee. —Parft Benjamin, GO! and with all of eloquence thou hast, The burning story of my love discover; And if the them

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• bookcentury1800
• bookdecade1870
• booksubjectflowers
• bookyear1877