THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
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Peach Blossom. ••• I am your captive. 
You know, if I have been untrue, 
It was in too much praising yoM.—Gascoigne. 
Pear . Affection. 
I love a friendship free and frank. 
And hate to hang upon a hank.— Byrom. 
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Comfort. 
Pear Tree 
To heaven, from whence it fell. 
It turns not back z-goCxa..—Doddridge. 
Pennyroyal. ••• away. 
But now ’tis fled, fled far away.—y. Elliot. 
Peony . Shame. Bashfulness. 
True modesty is a discerning gya-ct.—Cowper. 
Peppermint. Warmth of feeling. 
Thou art brilliant as a flower. 
Crimsoning in the sunny ho\xc.—Mrs. Burton. 
Periwinkle, Blue . Early friendship. 
I had a friend ; a better friend hath no maxs.—Lamb. 
Periwinkle, White . Pleasures of memory. 
Far off thou art, but ever nigh; 
I shall not lose thee, though I Odo:.—Tennyson. 
Persicaria... Restoration. 
Give, oh give me back my Byron. 
Persimon. Bury me amid Naturds beauties. 
Make her a grave where the sunbeams Moore. 
