Flora's Lexicon: An Interpretation of the Language and Sentiment of Flowers: with an Outline of Botany, and a Poetical IntroductionHooker and Claxton, 1839 - 252 pages The entries in this volume use short explanations and poetry to provide interpretations of the meanings traditionally associated with each flower represented. |
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... light , In Lowliness , or Pride ; We feel , o'er all the blooming sod , It is the language of our God . He spreads the earth an open book In characters of life , All where the human eye doth look Seems with his glory rife ; He paints ...
... light , In Lowliness , or Pride ; We feel , o'er all the blooming sod , It is the language of our God . He spreads the earth an open book In characters of life , All where the human eye doth look Seems with his glory rife ; He paints ...
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... to thee : Thine is the chaste and gracious smile she wears ; Reflective , thus she lends thee matchless light , And with her beauty thou adorn'st the night . ΜΟΧΟΝ . CACIA ROSE . Robinia Hispida . Class 17 , DIADELPHIA FLORA'S LEXICON . 13.
... to thee : Thine is the chaste and gracious smile she wears ; Reflective , thus she lends thee matchless light , And with her beauty thou adorn'st the night . ΜΟΧΟΝ . CACIA ROSE . Robinia Hispida . Class 17 , DIADELPHIA FLORA'S LEXICON . 13.
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... light , delicate plant , covered with flowers resembling drops of blood . Bright and transient flowers , too faithful emblems of the pleasures of life , ye were consecrated by Beauty herself to pain- ful recollections ! PAINFUL ...
... light , delicate plant , covered with flowers resembling drops of blood . Bright and transient flowers , too faithful emblems of the pleasures of life , ye were consecrated by Beauty herself to pain- ful recollections ! PAINFUL ...
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... light twig shoots forth to the height of a tall tree , all garnished with flow- ers . Others exalt themselves like the cactus , bristling with thorns . Others , again , are marbled , and seem like serpents creeping upon the earth ...
... light twig shoots forth to the height of a tall tree , all garnished with flow- ers . Others exalt themselves like the cactus , bristling with thorns . Others , again , are marbled , and seem like serpents creeping upon the earth ...
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... light ; The loathsome offspring of a hated sire . I'll offer , and I'll suffer no abuse , STERLINE . Because I'm proud ; pride is of mighty use . The affectation of a pompous name , Has oft set wits and heroes in a flame : Volumes , and ...
... light ; The loathsome offspring of a hated sire . I'll offer , and I'll suffer no abuse , STERLINE . Because I'm proud ; pride is of mighty use . The affectation of a pompous name , Has oft set wits and heroes in a flame : Volumes , and ...
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ancient ANDRIA ANON beautiful bloom blossoms blush bosom bough bower branches breast breath bright brow buds BYRON called calyx caudex charms cheer Class 19 Class 21 colour common corolla crown Cryptogamia Cuckoo Flower DECANDRIA Demophoon DIADELPHIA DIANDRIA DIGYNIA doth DRIA DRYDEN earth emblem eyes fair favourite Flowering Rush flowers fragrance fruit garden gaze GENESIA gentle genus grace green grows happiness hath heart heaven HEXANDRIA hope hour ICOSANDRIA leaf leaves light look Mezereon mind Monogynia 1 pistil moss rose native ne'er never nymph o'er OCTANDRIA odour Order Monogynia ornament parterre PENTAN PENTANDRIA perfume petals plant POLYANDRIA POLYGAMIA POLYGYNIA purple rich rose seeds shade SHAKSPEARE shine smile soft sorrow soul species SPENSER spirit spring stamens stem summer SUPERFLUA sweet SYNGENESIA tears thee thine thou thought tree TRIANDRIA Trigynia TWAMLEY wild wind wings wood
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Page 105 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
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Page 120 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
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Page 223 - Thy spirit, Independence, let me share; Lord of the lion-heart, and eagle-eye! Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky!
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