Language and poetry of flowersThomas Nelson, 1848 - 180 sayfa |
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Acacia Agathyrsus Apple Ash Tree Balm Balm of Gilead Bell Bindweed bless Blossom blue bright Carnation Catchfly charms Cheerfulness Chickweed China Aster Chrysanthemum Clematis colour Columbine Convolvulus Coreopsis Cowslip Crocus Daisy dark deep Dittany dream earth Elegance emblem Esteem faith feel Fidelity Flowers white fragrant friendship Garden gentle Geranium Gilead Gilly Flower grace Grass grief happy hath heaven Honeysuckle hope Jasmine Lady's Slipper LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS Larkspur Leaf life's light Lilac Lily look love thee love's Mallow Marygold Moss Musk Night Shade o'er Orchis Ox Eye Pasque Flower Passion peace Periwinkle Pine Pink Plant Platonic love pleasure Polyanthus Poppy Pretension pride Primrose pure purity Purple rich Rose Saffron Scabious Scarlet SENTIMENT shrine soft Sorrel sorrow Spindle Tree spirit St John's Wort star sweet tears thine eye Thistle thou art thoughts thy heart thy soul token truth Tulip Violet Wild Willow wilt Wort wreath Yellow Youthful
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