THE LANG [/AGE OF FLOWERS. 
Branch of Thorns . Sevej'ity, Rigour. 
Here’s a sigh for those that love me, 
And a smile for those that hate.— Byron. 
Bridal Rose . Happy love. 
Oh, lovers’ eyes are sharp to see. 
And lovers’ ears in hearing.— Scott. 
Broom . Humility. Neatness. 
A pearl may in a toad’s head dwell. 
And may be found, too, in an oyster shell.— Bunyaii. 
Buckbean. Calm repose. 
Oh ! well may poets make a fuss 
In summer-time, and sigh, ‘ ‘ O rus ! ”— Hood. 
Bud of White Rose ... Heart igtiorant of love. 
Their smiles and censures are to me the same, 
I care not what they praise, and what they blame. 
Dry den. 
Bugloss. Falsehood. 
Oh, what a tangled web we weave 
When first we practice to deceive.— Scott. 
Bulrush . Indiscretion. Docility. 
Struck blind with beauty ; 
Shot with a woman’s smile. — Beaximont Fletcher. 
Bundle of Reeds, with their Panicles ... Music. 
If music be the food of love, play on. 
Give me excess of it.— Shakespeare. 
Burdock. Imporhtnity. Touch me not. 
A partnership with men m power 
We cannot build upon an hour.— Gay. 
