Gleadall, Eliza Eve / The beauties of flora : with botanic and poetic illustrations, being a selection of flowers drawn from nature arranged emblematically : with directions for colouring them
Pink and scarlet Moss Rose-Buds, Beauty, love, and poetry, pp. Plate 16-32 ff.
31 16. BEAUTY, LOVE, AND POETRY. Rose muscose. Pink and scarlet Moss Rose-Buds. Natural Order. Clus and Order. ROSACEXE. ICOSANDRIA POLYGYNIA. THE attributes and loveliness of the Rose, it has been already observed, have been sung by the poets of every country. Et qui peut refuser un hommage i la Rose, La Rose, dont Venus compose ses bosquets, Le printemps sa guirlande, et 1' amour ses bouquets, Qu' Anacr6on chanta, qui formoit avec grace Dans les jours de festin lea couronnes d' Horace, La Rose au doux parfum, de qui 1' extrait divin Goutte i goutte vers6 par une avare main Parfume, en s'exhalant, tout un palais d' Asie, Comme un doux souvenir remplit toute la vie?" Les Jardins, de DELILLE. But the Rose has perhaps never been more beautifully described than by Bishop Jeremy Taylor, when he compares its charms and fleeting existence to the life of man. " But so I have seen a Rose newly springing from the clefts of its hood, and at first it was fair as the morning, and full with the dew of heaven, as a lamb's fleece: but when a ruder breath had forced open its virgin modesty, and dismantled its too youthful and unripe retirements, it began to put on darkness, and to decline to softness, and the symptoms of a sickly age: it bowed the head, and broke its stalk, and at night, having lost some of its leaves and all its beauty, it fell into the portion of weeds, and worn-out faces." " How much of memory dwells amidst thy bloom, Rose ! ever wearing beauty for thy dower! The bridal-day-the festival-the tomb- Thou hast thy part in each,-thou stateliest flower! " Therefore with thy soft breath come floating by A thousand images of Love and Grief, Dreams, filled with tokens of mortality, Deep thoughts of all things beautiful and briel Not such thy spells o'er those who hailed thee fir In the clear light of Eden's golden day; There thy rich leaves to crimson glory burst, Linked with no dim remembrance of decay. " Rose ! for the banquet gathered, and the bier; Rose ! coloured now by human hope or pain; Surely where death is not,-nor change, nor feE Yet we may meet thee, Joy's own Flower, ag
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