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THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
Crowfoot. Ingraiitude. 
Thou art subtle and cruel of heart.— Swinburne. 
Crowfoot (Aconite-leaved) . Lustre. 
And her hope was in the skies.— Procter. 
Cuckoo Plant. Ardour. 
A fiery soul which, working out its way, 
Fretted the pigmy body to decay.— Dryde7i. 
Cudweed (American) ... Unceasing rememhrance- 
Though oft we may see, looking down on the tide. 
The wreck of full many a hope shining through. 
T. Moore. 
Currant. Thy frown will kill me. 
P'orced to dote on thee thy own way, 
I chide thee first and then obey.— Prior. 
Cuscuta . Meanness. 
And each imprisoned hero quaked with fear.— Swift. 
Cyclamen . Diffidence. 
He sighed, but would not speak.— Prior. 
Cypress . Death. Mourning. 
O sacred sorrow, by which souls are tried. 
Sent not to punish mortals, but to z'fiOiQ.—Crabbe. 
