One of my favorite antique books is a tiny volume by the title of The Bouquet: Containing the Poetry and Language of Flowers, by A Lady, published in 1846. On the title page there is a lovely poem that tells the reader why this book is so very valuable:
Like the divining rods of magi old,
Where priceless wealth lies buried; not of gold,
But love, strong love, that never can decay!
I send thee flowers, O dearest! and I deem
That from their petals thou wilt hear sweet words,
Whose music, clearer than the voice of birds,
When breathed to thee alone, perchance, may seem
All eloquent of feelings unexpressed" . . . . P. Benjamin.
Bridal Rose -- "Happy Love"
Damask Rose -- "Bashful Love"
Moss Rose -- "Superior Merit"
China Rose -- "Grace"
White Rose -- "Sadness"
Yellow Rose -- "Infidelity"