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Identifier: sweetscentedflow00mcdo (find matches)
Title: Sweet-scented flowers and fragrant leaves, interesting associations gathered from many sources, with notes on their history and utility
Year: 1895 (1890s)
Authors: McDonald, Donald, 1857-
Subjects: Gardening Flowers Leaves Plants
Publisher: New York, Charles Scribner's sons
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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bud, but whenthey are expanded, they are the largest of all Roses. This accountcorrectly corresponds with the nature of the Provence Rose, whichis often called the Cabbage Rose, from the manner in which thepetals cabbage or fold over each other. As this Rose is so nearlyallied to the Damask Rose, it is probable the Greeks first obtainedit from the vicinity of Damascus, and that the trivial change isowing to soil and cultivation. The Rose that hails the morning, Arrayed in all its sweets.Its mossy couch adorning,The sun enamourd meets. The Moss Rose (Bosa muscosa).—This elegant Rose is generallysupposed to be the offspring of the Provence Rose, whilst othersthink it belongs to the family of Centifolia or Hundred-leaved Rose.It appears to have been unknown to the ancients, as they have leftno description of a flower that resembles it, and it is too singularlybeautiful to have escaped Plinys notice had it been in exist-ence. The Moss Rose is made the emblem of voluptuous love, and the
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SWEET SULTAN. S WEET-SMELLING PLANTS 113 creative imagination of the poet thus pleasing!)^ accounts for thisRose having chid itself in a mossy garment. The angel of the flowers, cue day,Beneath a Rose-tree sleeping lay.That spirit—to whose charge is given,To bathe young buds in dews from heaven.Awakening from his light repose,—• O, fondest object of my care,Still fairest found where all are fair,For the sweet shade thoust given to me.Ask what thou wilt, tis granted thee. Then, said the Rose, with deepend glow, On me another grace bestowThe spirit paused in silent thought,What grace was there that flower had not?Twas but a moment—oer the RoseA Aeil of moss the angel throws.And, robed in natures simplest weed,Can there a flower that Rose exceed ? The author of a French pictured work on Roses seems displeasedat our claimmg the Moss Rose as originating in this country, butMadame de Genlis tells us that, during her first visit to England, shesaw Moss Roses for the first time, and t
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