flowerage

There, I wot, hid amorous Pan, For a sudden pleading ran Through the maze of myrtle, Whiles a rapid violence tossed All its flowerage,—'twas the lost Cooings of a turtle.

He, like gunpowder, cooling on the tongue, and singeing and shattering when greed kindled him, placed himself at a considerable darting-distance from her, threw a painter's eye at the charming waves and bendings of her tempest-struck flowerage, and said quietly, with that mildness which resembles the eating and devouring milk of spunges: "Only be calm, fairest; it is I still; and what would it all avail thee, child?"

He shut himself up four days with the blind one in the house of death;–he saw no one,–did not visit the mourning convent, where from all fair eyes flowed similar tears,–renounced the fragrant park and the blue sky,–and let the flowerage of the departed one fade after him.–He consoled the forsaken blind one, and all day long they rested in each other's embrace, and pictured to each other weeping their teacher and his teachings and the radiant hours of their childhood.

When the weeds are once withered or uprooted, then will the nobler flowerage spontaneously and vigorously spring up.–The virtuous heart, like the body, grows sound and strong more by work than by good food.

Fortunately this nut-tree, which threw an unwholesome, frosty nut-shadow on the whole flowerage of love and poetry, soon transplanted itself back again among more congenial guests.