Flowers


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flowers

represent this season. [Art: Hall, 129]
See: Spring

Flowers

Anthea
epithet of Hera, meaning “flowery.” [Gk. Myth.: Zimmerman, 121]
Anthesteria
ancient Athenian festival, celebrating flowers and new wine. [Gk. Hist.: Misc.]
Black Tulip, The
Dumas romance involved with tulipomania of 17th-century Holland. [Fr. Lit.: Benét, 111]
Chloris
goddess of flowers. [Gk. Myth.: Kravitz, 59]
Tournament of Roses
New Year’s Day flower festival and parade in Pasadena. [Am. Cult.: WB, C:45]
Zephyr and Flora
wedded pair, scatter flowers from cornucopia. [Rom. Myth.: Hall, 125]
References in classic literature ?
He brought the flowers himself, and I should have asked him in, if I had been sure what was going on upstairs.
All the mystery and witchery of the night seemed to have gathered there amid the perfumes and the dusky and tortuous outlines of flowers and foliage.
It was at this time, a year before, that young Spear picked the spring flowers to take to his mother.
It is not fitting, sister," she said, "that my hand, stained with toil, should defile yours, fresh with the scent of flowers.
Her dress was woven out of the most lovely flowers in the world, and her complexion was like lilies and roses.
Then came one laughing towards me, carrying a chain of beautiful flowers altogether new to me, and put it about my neck.
There is the pool, the flowers as of old, There the hibiscus at the gates of gold, And there the willows round the palace rise.
Our good Queen is ever striving to keep the dear flowers from the power of the cruel Frost-King; many ways she tried, but all have failed.
When he had satisfied himself that the flowers were in tune, he seated himself on the dead mouse (he never seemed really comfortable anywhere else), and, looking up at me with a merry twinkle in his eyes, he began.
Oftentimes you may see the signor doctor at work, and perchance the signora, his daughter, too, gathering the strange flowers that grow in the garden.
nothing earthly save the thrill Of melody in woodland rill - Or (music of the passion-hearted) Joy's voice so peacefully departed That like the murmur in the shell, Its echo dwelleth and will dwell - Oh, nothing of the dross of ours - Yet all the beauty - all the flowers That list our Love, and deck our bowers - Adorn yon world afar, afar - The wandering star.
And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air (where it comes and goes like the warbling of music) than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight, than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air.