THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
Daisy, Wild . / will think of it. 
Don’t plead a dilatory plea, 
Let’s have the general issue.— Sayle. 
Damask Rose . Brilliant comflexio7i. 
The war of white and damask in 
Their nicely gauded cheeks.— Shakespeai-e. 
Dandelion . Rustic oracle. 
When the wind blows the blossoms fall, 
But a good God reigns over zX\.—Mackay. 
Daphne Odora. ... Painting the lily. 
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily. . . . 
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.— Shakespeare. 
Darnel (Ray grass) . Vice. 
Vice is a monster of such hideous mien 
As, to be hated, needs but to be seen.— Pope. 
Dead Leaves ... .'.. Sadness. 
Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse. 
Seeking in vain the old familiar faces.— C. Lovel. 
Dew Plant. A Serenade. 
Love will find out the way.— Anon. 
Dittany of Crete . Birth. 
How delicious is the winning 
Of a kiss at love’s beginning.— Campbell. 
Dittany of Crete, White . Passion. 
Sigh no more, lady, sigh no more, 
Men were deceivers ever.— Old Ballad. 
