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It is the very emblem of a maid, (Who would not strive upon so sweet a field 
For whén the west wind courts her gently, To win the mastery ?) 
How modestly she blows, and paints the sun And thoughts are in thy speaking eyes reveal'd, 
f With her chaste blushes! Pure as the fount the prophet’s rod unseal’d. 
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Rosa Mamascena, Narurat Orver: Rosacee—Rose Family. 
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‘AMASCUS, a city one of the most ancient and renowned 
Re i in Syria, gives its name to this particular variety of Rose, 
3) which blooms monthly, and, under favorable circumstances, 
| rat all seasons. The Rose is said to have been the favorite 
Zig flower of Venus, and was formerly white, until she, being in 
haste to assist her dying lover, pierced her foot with a thorn, and 
F some of the blood falling on it changed its color from white to red. It 
‘grows about four feet high, most of the monthly sorts being dwarfish 
ae in habit. : 
Blushing Beauty, 
NTO the ground she cast her modest eye, 
And ever and anon, with rosy red, 
The bashful blush her snowy cheeks did dye. 
— Spenser. 
F Jove would give the leafy bowers IVE me the eloquent cheek 
A queen for all their world of flowers, Where blushes burn and die; 
The rose would be the choice of Jove, Like time, its changes speak 
And reign the queen of every grove. The spirit’s purity. 
—Moore. —Frances Sargent Osgood. 
EAUTY was lent to nature as the type 
Of heaven’s unspeakable and holy joy. 
—Mrs. Hale. 
E are blushing roses, Whatsoe’er of beauty 
Bending with our fulness, Yearns and yet reposes, 
*Midst our close-capp’d sister buds, Blush, and bosom, and sweet breath, 
Warming the green coolness. Took a shape in roses. 
—Leigh Hunt, 
Of all flowers, Te lilies faintly to the roses yield, 
Methinks a rose is best As on thy lovely cheek they struggling vie; 
