THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
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Belvedere. I declare against yoti. 
There’s not a joy the earth can give 
Like those it takes away.— Byron. 
Betony. Surprise. 
Till I have felt a sad surprise 
That none looked up with me.— L. E. Landor. 
Bilberry . Treachery. 
In secret we met, in silence I grieve, 
That thy heart could forget, thy spirit deceive.— Byron. 
Bindweed, Great . Insinuation. 
But bachelor holly, who spied her out late. 
Destroyed all her plans, by a hint at her date.— Sigour7tey. 
Bindweed, Small. Ipuniility. 
With little here to do or see 
Of things that in the great world be.— Wordsioorth. 
Birch . Meekness. 
Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient 
Endurance is godlike.— Lo7igfellow. 
Birdsfoot Trefoil. Revenge. 
The nobler spirit is 
In virtue, than in vengeance.— Skakespeai-e. 
Bittersweet; Nightshade. Ti'iith. 
When the deluded soul, in peace, 
Can listen to the voice of truth.— G. Crabbe. 
Black Poplar. Courage. 
Lo ! the bent stalk from the plain, 
Riseth gradual up again.— Metasiasio. 
