Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart.
The red rose heard it, and it trembled all over with ecstasy, and opened its petals to the cold morning air.
Then she went home and planted the barley-corn; immediately there grew out of it a large and beautiful flower, which looked like a tulip, but the
petals were tightly closed as if it were still only a bud.
'but she's redder--and her
petals are shorter, I think.'
The crushed and dried
petals stirred, and assumed a deepening tinge of crimson, as if the flower were reviving from a deathlike slumber; the slender stalk and twigs of foliage became green; and there was the rose of half a century, looking as fresh as when Sylvia Ward had first given it to her lover.
I may add, as an instance of this, and of a striking case of correlation, that I have recently observed in some garden pelargoniums, that the central flower of the truss often loses the patches of darker colour in the two upper
petals; and that when this occurs, the adherent nectary is quite aborted; when the colour is absent from only one of the two upper
petals, the nectary is only much shortened.
Yet what a charm there is in them, with their flaming
petals! Wherever did you get these beautiful plants?
The heat was terribly oppressive, and the huge sunlight flamed like a monstrous dahlia with
petals of yellow fire.
To look on beautiful things is only to feel more poignantly the passing of bright days, and the time when the
petals must leave the rose.
Rays from the sunrise drew forth the buds and stretched them into long stalks, lifted up sap in noiseless streams, opened
petals, and sucked out scents in invisible jets and breathings.
She was like a fine flower, already past its bloom and without fragrance, though the
petals were still unwithered.
†And Clytia pondering between many a sun, While pettish tears adown her
petals run :
Each flower is composed of six leaves or
petals, about three inches in length, of a beautiful crimson, the inside spotted with white.
He tried to think what it was like; at first he thought of pea soup; but, driving away that idea angrily, he thought of the
petals of a yellow rosebud when you tore it to pieces before it had burst.
The dripping leaves and branches, and the moist
petals of gorgeous flowers glistened in the splendor of the returning day.
