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Updated: June 3, 2025
Fiorsen, who had leaped out of bed, put his hand to his head. The cursed fellow! Cursed be every one of them the father and the girl, Rosek and all the other sharks! He went out on to the landing. The house was quite still below. Rosek had gone good riddance! He called, "Gyp!" No answer. He went into her room. Its superlative daintiness struck his fancy. A scent of cyclamen!
She had been in at deaths before horrid! But it had been a lovely gallop. And, breathless, smiling rapturously, she wondered whether she could mop her face before the field came up, without that young man noticing. She could see him talking to her father, and taking out a wisp of a handkerchief that smelled of cyclamen, she had a good scrub round.
Here is a barrow piled high with the little green fruit, each separate fig being decorated with a pink cyclamen stuck in its crest; and here is a smaller load of the black Vescovo, which is said to obtain its ecclesiastical name from the fact that the parent stock of this highly esteemed variety originally flourished in the bishop’s garden at Sorrento.
Fable of Prometheus applied to dram-drinkers Cyclamen buries its seeds and trifolium subterraneum Pits dug to receive the dead in the plague Lakes of America consist of fresh water The seeds of Cassia and some others are carried from America, and thrown on the coasts of Norway and Scotland Of the gulf-stream Wonderful change predicted in the gulph of Mexico
Fortunately for us, Joseph sadly wearing in his buttonhole the despised cyclamen discovered a few more of these agreeable little vegetables, which he tested for our benefit by drawing his sturdy thumbnail along the stem, showing how the fluted undersurface flushed red at the touch, while the blood flowed carmine from the wound he made.
He had a potted plant in his arms, wrapped in tissue paper. He set it on the counter and went away. When Miss Emily discovered the plant, she asked Derry, "Who put it there?" Derry described the man. "You were busy. He didn't stop." The plant was a cyclamen, blood-red and beautiful.
In the sunlight-gold, the sheets of azaleas, cyclamen, and violets, were embroidered tapestries of pink and purple; the bright rivulets of melting snow that bathed the wild flowers' roots became a network of diamonds. Here and there, under the huge coniferous trees, lay patches of snow still unmelted, though the month was June.
"See there!" he said to himself, "yonder clouds have exactly the rosy purple of the cyclamen which my little Agnes loves so much; yes, I am resolved that this cloud on which our Mother standeth shall be of a cyclamen color. And there is that star, like as it looked yesterday evening, when I mused upon it.
The myrtle bushes, the thyme, the little cyclamen, which peep from the fissures of the rock, all the produce of the place, bear affinity to him; the light that invests the hills participates in his essence, and sky and mountains, sea and valley, are imbued by the presence of his spirit. I will live and die here!
Aloes root in the rocks as at Sorrento, and even in winter the purple cyclamen may be found in flower. Its name in antiquity was Castrum Pucinum. Here Augustus had a villa, whence the best wine for his table was brought. From the line, too, the campanili of Grado and Aquileia are visible, far away over the plain, dark against lagoon or sky in the evening, or flashing white in the morning sun.
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