The Language of Flowers
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I might have been,—ah, me! Thrice sager than I e'er shall be. For what says Time ? Alas! he only shows the truth Of all that I was told in youth. Barry Cornwall. Crocus.. ..Youth. The Crocus is one of the earliest of the spring flowers, and, therefore, a fit emblem of the spring of life. It is a small flower, of variegated hues; the principal being purple, yellow, and white. The Crocus Vernus, or Spring Crocus, is a wild flower now in various parts of England, though not considered to be really a native of the country. We learn from the favourite writers, Mr. and Mrs. Howitt, that they are plentiful about Nottingham, ''gleaming at a distance like a perfect flood of lilac, and tempting very many little hearts, and many graver ones too, to go out and gather." Oh! many a glorious flower there grows In far and richer lands; But high in my affection e'er The beautiful Crocus stands. I love their faces, when by one And two they're looking out; I love them when the spreading field Is purple all about. I loved them in the by-gone years Of childhood's thoughtless laughter, When I marvelled why the flowers came first, And the leaves the season after. I loved them then, I love them now— The gentle and the bright; I love them for the thoughts they bring Of spring's returning light; When, first-born of the waking earth, Their kindred gay appear, And, with the Snowdrop, usher in The hope-invested year. Louisa A. Tuoamley. Tou're glad Because your little tiny nose, Turns up so pert and funny ; Because I know you choose your beaux More for their mirth than money; Because your eyes are deep and blue,— Your fingers long and rosy; Because a little maid like you Would make one's home so cozy; Because, I think, (I'm just so wea...
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This is an OCR edition with typos.
Excerpt from book:
I might have been,—ah, me! Thrice sager than I e'er shall be. For what says Time ? Alas! he only shows the truth Of all that I was told in youth. Barry Cornwall. Crocus.. ..Youth. The Crocus is one of the earliest of the spring flowers, and, therefore, a fit emblem of the spring of life. It is a small flower, of variegated hues; the principal being purple, yellow, and white. The Crocus Vernus, or Spring Crocus, is a wild flower now in various parts of England, though not considered to be really a native of the country. We learn from the favourite writers, Mr. and Mrs. Howitt, that they are plentiful about Nottingham, ''gleaming at a distance like a perfect flood of lilac, and tempting very many little hearts, and many graver ones too, to go out and gather." Oh! many a glorious flower there grows In far and richer lands; But high in my affection e'er The beautiful Crocus stands. I love their faces, when by one And two they're looking out; I love them when the spreading field Is purple all about. I loved them in the by-gone years Of childhood's thoughtless laughter, When I marvelled why the flowers came first, And the leaves the season after. I loved them then, I love them now— The gentle and the bright; I love them for the thoughts they bring Of spring's returning light; When, first-born of the waking earth, Their kindred gay appear, And, with the Snowdrop, usher in The hope-invested year. Louisa A. Tuoamley. Tou're glad Because your little tiny nose, Turns up so pert and funny ; Because I know you choose your beaux More for their mirth than money; Because your eyes are deep and blue,— Your fingers long and rosy; Because a little maid like you Would make one's home so cozy; Because, I think, (I'm just so wea...
The Language of Flowers
Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free.
This is an OCR edition with typos.
Excerpt from book:
I might have been,—ah, me! Thrice sager than I e'er shall be. For what says Time ? Alas! he only shows the truth Of all that I was told in youth. Barry Cornwall. Crocus.. ..Youth. The Crocus is one of the earliest of the spring flowers, and, therefore, a fit emblem of the spring of life. It is a small flower, of variegated hues; the principal being purple, yellow, and white. The Crocus Vernus, or Spring Crocus, is a wild flower now in various parts of England, though not considered to be really a native of the country. We learn from the favourite writers, Mr. and Mrs. Howitt, that they are plentiful about Nottingham, ''gleaming at a distance like a perfect flood of lilac, and tempting very many little hearts, and many graver ones too, to go out and gather." Oh! many a glorious flower there grows In far and richer lands; But high in my affection e'er The beautiful Crocus stands. I love their faces, when by one And two they're looking out; I love them when the spreading field Is purple all about. I loved them in the by-gone years Of childhood's thoughtless laughter, When I marvelled why the flowers came first, And the leaves the season after. I loved them then, I love them now— The gentle and the bright; I love them for the thoughts they bring Of spring's returning light; When, first-born of the waking earth, Their kindred gay appear, And, with the Snowdrop, usher in The hope-invested year. Louisa A. Tuoamley. Tou're glad Because your little tiny nose, Turns up so pert and funny ; Because I know you choose your beaux More for their mirth than money; Because your eyes are deep and blue,— Your fingers long and rosy; Because a little maid like you Would make one's home so cozy; Because, I think, (I'm just so wea...
This is an OCR edition with typos.
Excerpt from book:
I might have been,—ah, me! Thrice sager than I e'er shall be. For what says Time ? Alas! he only shows the truth Of all that I was told in youth. Barry Cornwall. Crocus.. ..Youth. The Crocus is one of the earliest of the spring flowers, and, therefore, a fit emblem of the spring of life. It is a small flower, of variegated hues; the principal being purple, yellow, and white. The Crocus Vernus, or Spring Crocus, is a wild flower now in various parts of England, though not considered to be really a native of the country. We learn from the favourite writers, Mr. and Mrs. Howitt, that they are plentiful about Nottingham, ''gleaming at a distance like a perfect flood of lilac, and tempting very many little hearts, and many graver ones too, to go out and gather." Oh! many a glorious flower there grows In far and richer lands; But high in my affection e'er The beautiful Crocus stands. I love their faces, when by one And two they're looking out; I love them when the spreading field Is purple all about. I loved them in the by-gone years Of childhood's thoughtless laughter, When I marvelled why the flowers came first, And the leaves the season after. I loved them then, I love them now— The gentle and the bright; I love them for the thoughts they bring Of spring's returning light; When, first-born of the waking earth, Their kindred gay appear, And, with the Snowdrop, usher in The hope-invested year. Louisa A. Tuoamley. Tou're glad Because your little tiny nose, Turns up so pert and funny ; Because I know you choose your beaux More for their mirth than money; Because your eyes are deep and blue,— Your fingers long and rosy; Because a little maid like you Would make one's home so cozy; Because, I think, (I'm just so wea...
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Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781023502863 |
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| Publisher: | Anson Street Press |
| Publication date: | 03/29/2025 |
| Pages: | 302 |
| Product dimensions: | 6.14(w) x 9.21(h) x 0.69(d) |
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