The Flower Book - Illustrated by Maxwell Armfield
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Maxwell Ashby Armfield (1881 – 1972) was an English artist, illustrator and writer. He was linked to the Arts and Crafts Movement, and studied painting in Paris. In 1909, he married the author and playwright, Constance Smedley, and from that point on, the two became close collaborators. This book is no exception, and showcases their combined knowledge of design, illustration and text. Maxwell Armfield’s drawings are presented alongside Constance Armfield’s ‘Flower Book’ – so that the two further refine and enhance the other.
Pook Press celebrates the great ‘Golden Age of Illustration‘ in children’s literature – a period of unparalleled excellence in book illustration. We publish rare and vintage Golden Age illustrated books, in high-quality colour editions, so that the masterful artwork and story-telling can continue to delight both young and old.
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The Flower Book - Illustrated by Maxwell Armfield - Constance Armfield
THE
FLOWER BOOK
WRITTEN BY CONSTANCE ARMFIELD
PICTURED BY MAXWELL ARMFIELD
TO
JESSIE HORNCASTLE
WITH OUR LOVE
1910
CONTENTS
The Meadows and Coppice
Grass
Snowdrops
Daisies
Violets
Wood-Anemones
Daffodils
Primroses
Buttercups
Hyacinths
Harebells
The Hedge
Blackthorn
Elder
Brier
Honeysuckle
The Garden
Tulips
Gillyflower
Pinks
Larkspur
Sweet Williams
Stocks
Hollyhocks
Sweet Peas
Lilies
Roses
The Pool
Iris
Pond Lily
Water-Crowfoot
Water-Plantain
The Herb Patch
Nasturtium
Evening Primrose
ILLUSTRATIONS
Daisies
Decorated Title-page
Snowdrops
Violets
Daffodils
Primroses
Buttercups
Bluebells
Blackthorn
Honeysuckle
Tulips
The Wall
Sweet Williams
Convolvulus
Roses
Iris
Yellow Pond Lily
Water-Crowfoot
Water-Plantain
Nasturtium
THE MEADOWS AND COPPICE
Freshly the dawn-wind stirs among the Grasses,
(Tight-closed the Daisy-buds: no sign of breaking,)
Up through the ashen skies the night hue passes.
The Earth is waking—waking!
Now gleams the dawn-light through the murky masses;
In Heaven and Earth, cloud, leaf, and bud are breaking;
From Day’s eternal radiance Death passes.
The Earth is waking—waking!
THE FLOWER BOOK
Grass
THE first of the year! The world is dark and silent. The air is cold. But the sky is lightening; a streak of red steals in the horizon, and with the growing light the guardians of the Flower World emerge, upright, closely standing—the humble blades of Grass.
Marching, marching, marching, over the Earth go the little Foot-soldiers. Now the Sun is rising, and the blades flash in sheets of silver, saluting at attention. From one to the other passes the message of life. Each murmurs to his brother; each lifts his head, fresh with joy; each waits, contented, for his ultimate service.
Over the world march the little Foot-soldiers, bringing the message of life, for wherever the Grass grows, man and beast may live. They march by the side of the roads, and spread out in fields of green, and give pasture. They carpet the Earth, refreshing weary feet. Always they serve, and always together; no blade of any consequence alone, but vastly useful with its brothers.
They stand very humbly, scarcely higher than the ground. Sheep nibble, cows graze, men trample over them. Now and again they raise their heads to the Sun and grow valiantly upward, until the scythe comes and mows them to the Earth again. The little Foot-soldiers must give up their strength for others.
When the Foot-soldiers raise their pennons high, so that the wind shakes through and the Sun bestows its golden guerdon on them, they look more like their cousins. Though they are so lowly, their near relations are the Grain-givers, who rustle with pride in their riches, carrying, like the Grass, the message of plenty; like them, at their best when thickest on the field.
They have still more brilliant relatives, for they are kin to the Flowers of Knighthood—the proud, the pure, the exquisite—the Fleurs-de-lys.
By turquoise rivers, commanding sapphire pools, rise the broad swords of the Water Knights. These are the Warrior Lilies, flaunting gold and purple banners, straight as steel, calm in their magnificence. Are they not blazoned on the golden fields of heraldry? How insignificant the Foot-soldiers look beside them! yet, where the Irises stand thickest, the Grass becomes more green and beautiful, as if in admiration of their kinsmen.
Into Queen’s Gardens go the Knights. Now they stand white and pure, Virgin Lilies, no longer leading armies, but holding the Holy Grail. The gold lies in the cup of purity. White and still, they line the walks where the Queen passes, and in their train come the little Foot-soldiers, standing in front of the Lilies. Now they are green as jewels and thick as velvet. No blade raises its head above another; they are mown to a perfect sward. No breeze can ruffle them. The Grass is stiller than the Lilies. May not the Queen’s foot brush them? They bend low with happiness; here, in unity and peace, is their most perfect service.
Over the world march the little Foot-soldiers; out into the coppice and the meadows they travel, and now they lift their blades with a certain swagger and run free, nodding to the wild flowers. They swarm into the hollow, and give place to a fairy ring. Up amongst the roots of the trees, and out into the sun to shake with the Daffodils.
Here is a friendly world, where cousins dance with one another. Even the Lily-cousin nods to them. Delicate are her pure white bells, encased in a virgin sheath of green. She bends humbly, however. The least of the Lilies is nearest to the Grass.
Over the world go the little Foot-soldiers. On the first of the year they are ready, and stand in their place through the seasons, lifting their swords to their King, the Sun. Where light is, they are; where they grow, life is. Clothing, feeding, serving, the little Foot-soldiers march for ever and ever and ever.
Snowdrops
WE want to get out,
said the Snowdrops. They were such restless little things. All the flowers were tucked up, sleeping away in their deep warm beds. Only the Snowdrops stirred and tumbled, and wouldn’t be still.
Be quiet,
said a drowsy leaf. The world is asleep. It has drawn the sheet over its head, and it is quite impossible to wake it.
We wouldn’t say a word,
begged the Snowdrops. Oh, we do want to see what the world looks like with a sheet all over its head.
Like a ghost,
said a gruff old Root. The sight would freeze you stiff.
But this was a foolish remark. It only made the Snow drops more curious.
The world couldn’t hurt us if it’s asleep,
said they valiantly.
Oh, do lie down,
said the Daffodil bulbs. It isn’t nearly time to get up yet. We peeped out too early once, and were sadly nipped. Never again.
Afraid!
whispered a Snowdrop, nudging another. We’re not afraid. The Violets are up still.
So’s the Grass,
said a Snowdrop. So are lots of things. Come on.
You have only your nightgowns on,
cried the Hyacinths. You’ll catch your deaths, you naughty babies!
But the Snowdrops were off. Up they pushed till they were at the surface. Here was the world, buried in white silence, with a grey nightcap of cloud.
Hoo! How desolate it was!
But the Snowdrops were taking deep breaths of the pure air, and lifting their little white gowns—yes, positively, they were dancing!
How sweet to be free!
they lisped. We have the whole world to ourselves. Dear world! We can say now how much we love you. When you are awake, you are so big and active, and have so many children to attend to; but now you are resting, we can creep up close, close, and kiss you.
Not a word said the great cold Earth; colder awake, however, than when sleeping. The Snowdrops could nestle up beside it now: there was nothing to push them away.
How still it is! I think the world has stopped moving,
said the little ignoramuses, and shook their bed-gowns out, quite satisfied.
Oooh, how cold it is!
groaned the Daffodils far down below. Those foolish babies must be frozen to death by now.
But the Snowdrops were pirouetting as gaily as if it were June.
Daisies
THE red had deepened