GEANT DES BATAILLES.— HYBRID PERPETUAL ROSE. 



" Just like love is this fine Rose, 

 Heavenly fragrance round it throws ; 

 Yet tears its dewy leaves disclose, 

 And in the midst of briars it blows, 

 Just like love. 



" Called to bloom upon the breast, 

 Since rough thorns the stem invest ; 

 They must be gather'd with the rest, 

 And with it to the heart be prest, 

 Just like Ipve." 



THE Rose is pre-eminently the Flower of Love and Poetry, the 

 very perfection of floral realities, and stands unrivalled still the 

 Queen of Flowers. It is considered sacred to the Goddess of 

 Beauty. Berkeley, in his Utopia, describes lovers as declaring their 

 passion by presenting to the fair beloved a Rose-bud, just beginning to 

 open : if the lady accepted and wore the bud, she was supposed to 

 favour his pretensions. As time increased the lover's affection, he 

 followed up the first present by that of a half-blown Rose, which was 

 succeeded by one full-blown ; and if the lady wore the last, she was 

 considered as engasjed for life. 



Poetry is lavish of Roses ; it heaps them into beds, weaves them into 

 crowns, twines them into arbours, forges them into chains, adorns with 

 them the goblet used in festivals, and plants them in the bosom of 

 beauty : nay, not only delights to bring in the Rose itself upon every 

 occa-sion, but seizes each particular beauty it possesses as an object of 

 comparison with the loveliest works of nature. As soft as a Rose leaf; 

 as sweet as a Rose ; rosy-clouds; rosy-cheeks; rosy-lips; rosy-blushes; 

 rosy-dawns, &c. 



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