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THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
Laurestina . A token. I die if neglected. 
Gather therefore the rose which yet is prime, 
For soon comes age, that with her pride deflower. 
Spenser. 
Lavender . Distrust. 
In the night, imagining some fear. 
How easy is a bush supposed a bear.— Shakespeare. 
Leaves(dead) . 
Melancholy, silent man. 
With leaden eye, that loves the ground.—(7;wj/. 
Melancholy. 
Fidelity in love. 
Lemon. Zest 
Is it that Youth paints every view too bright. 
And, life advancing. Fancy fades her light 1—A. Hill. 
Lemon Blossoms.. 
The tree of deepest root is found 
Least willing still to quit the ground.— 
Lettuce . Cold-hcartcdness. 
Leave her to meet all hopeless meed. 
And bless thyself that so art freed.— Harrington. 
Lichen. Dejection. Solitude. 
In that still, thoughtful, solitary hour. 
When Truth exerts her unresisted ^O'^tx.—Akenside. 
Lilac, Field ... 
Humility. 
Lilac, Purple . First emotions of love. 
When as we sat and sighed 
And looked upon each other, and conceived 
Not what we ailed, yet something we did ail—5. Daniel. 
