THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
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Separation. 
Ash-leaved Trumpet Flower ... 
Fair and fragile as a flower, 
Like one she passed away.— Epitaph of an Lifant. . 
Ash Tree . Grandeur. 
The glories of our birth and state 
Are shadows, not substantial things. Shirley. 
Aspen Tree . Lamentation. 
They have nothing to do but to stray ; 
I have nothing to do but to weep. Shenstonc. 
Aster (China). Variety. Afterthought. 
God is a worker. He hath thickly strewn 
Infinity with grandeur. God is love.— A. Smith. 
Asphodel ... ALy regrets follow you to the gi ane. 
But the tender grace of a day that is dead 
Will never return to vaz.— Tennyson 
Auricula. Painting. 
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily. Shakespeare. 
Auricula, Scarlet . . Avarice. 
O cursed lust of gold, when for thy sake 
The fool throws up his interest in both worlds. Young. 
Austurtium. 
Summer cometh. 
The bee hummeth.— Anon. 
... Splendour. 
Azalea . . Temperance. 
At night retuining, ev ry labour sped, 
He sits him down, the monarch of a shed.— Goldsmith. 
