Geranium, Rose-scented ... ... ... Preference. Oh, thou shalt find, where'er thy footsteps roam, Geranium, Scarlet... ... J. Montgomery. Comforting. Stupidity. And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind. He suffered, but his pangs are o'er ; Enjoyed, but his delights are fled.—Montgomery. Geranium, Wild ... ... Steadfast piety. So must we hope to see God's face, at least in heaven on When we have changed this mortal place for immortality. Gillyflower ... ... ... Bonds of affection. The griefs we've borne, together borne, we would not now forget.-W. C. Bennett. Where Beauty, mother to the Muses, sits And comments volumes with her mighty pen.-Marlowe. Who judgeth well, well God them send; Who judgeth ill, God them amend.-Sir T. Wyatt. With all this bulk there's nothing lost in Og, Open as day to melting Charity.-Shakespeare. Hazel I cry no more, because he's dead.-Swift. That turns to the sun when he sets The same look that she turned when he rose.-Moore. 'That mocks the tear it forced to flow.-Gray. Helmet Flower (Monkshood) ... He was a very perfect gentle knight.-Chaucer. Scandal. Calumny. Knight-errantry. And pledged them in Death's black wine.-Procter. Except wind stands as never it stood, It is an ill wind turns none to good.-T. Tusser. Henbane ... ... ... ... Imperfection. With all my imperfections on my head.—Shakespeare. Look you how she cometh, trilling Out her gay heart's bird-like bliss!-G. Massey. |