THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 9 
ea, It is impossible to speak of flowers with- 
led out giving that unrivalled passage from the 
i “Winter's Tale,” in which Perdita wishes 
for those which had faded, before the golden 
harvest came :— 
“<Q Proserpina, 
. For the flowers now, that frighted thou let’st 
K fall 
From Dis’s waggon! daffodils, 
That come before the swallow dares, and take 
jet, 
ine, 
The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, 
But sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes, 
Or Cytherea’s breath; pale primroses, 
0g,” That die unmarried ere they can behold 
‘ Bright Pheebus in his strength. 
uel . . . Bold oxlips and 
ent The crown imperial ; lilies of all kinds, 
ich The flower-de-luce being one !” 
the 4 Surely this is the most lovely bouquel, 
ho, that poet ever wove! and they have all 
nes rendered due homage to the flowers, from 
NY the little daisy up to the sovereign rose. 
The great poetic nation, Greece, gave au 
re, actually human interest to these fair children 
tic of the earth, and linked a legend of man’s 
[18 love, or woe, or triumph to every blossom. 
at The laurel was but Daphne, crowning the 
noble, the brave, and the gifted with her 

