PERIWINKLE. Vinca Minor. LANGUAGE-EARLY FRIENDSHIP. THANKS to my stars, I have not ranged about Friendship is no plant of hasty growth; True happiness ADDISON. JOANNA BAILLIE. Consists not in the multitude of friends, But in the worth and choice; nor would I have Virtue a popular regard pursue : Let them be good that love me, though but few. JONSON. A friend is gold; if true, he'll never leave thee; Yet both, without a touchstone, may deceive thee. RANDOLPH. PETUNIA. Petunia Variegatus. LANGUAGE-ELEGANCE WITHOUT PRIDE. THOU art not proud, though beauty's gifts, Like gleams of light, thy tresses shine. Still unassuming are thy ways, Still kindly words hast thou for all; The same in cottage as in hall. In peasant life we might have known The easy dignity of mien, Claiming respect, yet waiving state, D. H. JAQUES. That marks the daughters of the great. So gently blending courtesy and art SCOTT That wisdom's lips seemed borrowing friendship's heart. O. W. HOLMES. Where the meekness of self-knowledge veileth the front of self-respect, There look thou for the man whose name none can know but they will honor. TUPPER. PHLOX. Phlox Maculata. LANGUAGE-OUR SOULS ARE UNITED. My bride, My wife, my life! O, we will walk this world, And so through those dark gates across the wild, TENNYSON. There are two hearts, whose movements thrill In unison so closely sweet, That pulse to pulse, responsive still, They both must heave - or cease to beat. There are two souls, whose equal flow In gentle streams so calmly run, That when they part They part? Ah, no! BARTON. They cannot part — those souls are one. Once my soul was fondly plighted To a holy one of earth Like two music notes united, Notes that severed in their birth. DUGANNE. PINK, CHINA. Dianthus Variegatus. LANGUAGE-AVERSION. IF I am fair, 'tis for myself alone; I do not wish to have a sweetheart near me, Nor would I call another's heart my own, Nor have a gallant lover to revere me; For surely I would plight my faith to none, Though many an amorous wit might jump to hear me; For I have heard that lovers prove deceivers, When once they find that maidens are believers. Do I not in plainest truth MICHEL ANGELO. Tell you I do not, nor I cannot, love you? SHAKSPEARE. Nay, if she love me not, I care not for her: OLD PLAY. ANTIQUARY. To cheer thy sickness, watch thy health- All day, like some sweet bird, content to sing BYRON. To her sweet lips, fresh from the fount below, Thus liveth she content, the meek, fond, trusting wife. MRS. E. OAKES SMITH. Thou wast my nurse in sickness, and my comforter in health; So gentle and so constant, when our love was all our wealth; Thy voice of music soothed me, love, in each desponding hour, As heaven's honey-dew consoles the bruised and broken flower. ALBERT PIKE. |