Flora's Lexicon: An Interpretation of the Language and Sentiment of Flowers: with an Outline of Botany, and a Poetical Introduction
Hooker and Claxton, 1839 - 252 páginas
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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Flora's Lexicon is an artifact of another age. A brief description of a flower sometimes a bontanical description, sometimes a bit of folklore about it, is followed by bits of poetry and quotes from a ... Leer comentario completo
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Catharine H. Waterman
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ancient ANON appearance bear beautiful bloom blossoms blue bower branches breast breath bright brow called charms Class Class 12 close colour common covered crown dark DECANDRIA deep DIGYNIA doth earth emblem eyes face fair fall fear feel feet flowers fragrance fruit garden gaze gentle give grace green grows hand happiness hath head heart heaven hope hour kind leaves less light live look mind MONOGYNIA native nature never night o'er once Order ornament PENTANDRIA petals pistils plant POLYANDRIA pure rest rich rise root rose round says seeds seems seen shade SHAKSPEARE shine smile soft sometimes sorrow soul species spirit spring stem summer sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought tree TWAMLEY United waters wave wild wind wings wood young
Página 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.
Página 223 - I care not, Fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve...
Página 35 - Would he were fatter : — but I fear him not : Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men...
Página 117 - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say, Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.
Página 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.
Página 226 - Seems, madam ! nay, it is ; I know not ' seems.' 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black...
Página 213 - Have you the heart? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?
Página 206 - For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue: if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by And leave you hindmost...
Página 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!
Página 152 - SWEET Teviot! on thy silver tide The glaring bale-fires blaze no more; No longer steel-clad warriors ride Along thy wild and willow'd shore; Where'er thou wind'st, by dale or hill, All, all is peaceful, all is still. As if thy waves, since Time was born. Since first they roll'dupon the Tweed, Had only heard the shepherd's reed, Nor started at the bugle-horn.