The Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

Every quotation a nineteenth-century speaker or writer might want, grouped under its subject, with the author, the date and the source given as exactly as Hoyt could manage.

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Quotes by Dora Read Goodale

16 quotations from The Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations (1896), with the subject each one is filed under.

Now the tender, sweet arbutus Trails her blossom-clustered vines, And the many-fingered cinquefoil In the shadow hollow twines.— filed under Flowers-Apple Blossoms
The Autumn wood the aster knows, The empty nest, the wind that grieves, The sunlight breaking thro' the shade, The squirrel chattering overhead, The timid rabbits lighter tread Among the rustling leaves.— filed under Flowers-Azalea
Azalea. Rhododendron. And in the woods a fragrance rare Of wild azaleas fills the air, And richly tangled overhead We see their blossoms sweet and red.— filed under Flowers-Azalea
Cardinal-flower. Lobelia Cardinalis. Whence is yonder flower so strangely bright? Would the sunset's last reflected shine Flame so red from that dead flush of light? Dark with passion is its lifted line, Hot, alive, amid the falling night.— filed under Flowers-Camomile
Clematis. Clematis. Where the woodland streamlets flow, Gushing down a rocky bed, Where the tasselled alders grow, Lightly meeting overhead, When the fullest August days Give the richness that they know, Then the wild clematis comes, With her wealth of tangled blooms, Reaching up and drooping low. * * * * * * But when Autumn days are here, And the woods of Autumn burn, Then her leaves are black and sere, Quick with early frosts to turn! As the golden Summer dies, So her silky green has fled, And the smoky clusters rise As from fires of sacrifice, — Sacred incense to the dead!— filed under Flowers-Clover
Crimson clover I discover By the garden gate, And the bees about her hover, But the robins wait. Sing, robins, sing, Sing a roundelay, - 'Tis the latest flower of Spring Coming with the May!— filed under Flowers-Clover
The fields have lost their lingering light, The path is dusky thro' the night,- The clover is too sweet to lose Her fragrance with the gathering dews,- The skies are warm above her.— filed under Flowers-Clover
Daisy, Ox-eye. Chrysanthemum Leucanthemиt. Clear and simple in white and gold, Meadow blossom, of sunlit spaces, - The field is full as it well can hold And white with the drift of the ox-eye daisies!— filed under Flowers-Daisy
I love the fair lilies and roses so gay, They are rich in their pride and their splendor; But still more do I love to wander away To the meadow so sweet, Where down at my feet, The harebell blooms modest and tender.— filed under Flowers-Gorse
Hepatica. Hepatica. All the woodland path is broken By warm tints along the way, And the low and sunny slope Is alive with sudden hope When there comes the silent token Of an April day, - Blue hepatica!— filed under Flowers-Honeysuckle
Marsh Marigold. Caltha Palustris. And in yonder marshes burns The fiery-flaming marigold.— filed under Flowers-Lotus
Spiræa. Spirxa. And yet she follows every turn With spires of closely clustered bloom, And all the wildness of the place, The narrow pass, the rugged ways, But give her larger room. And near the unfrequented road, By waysides scorched with barren heat, In clouded pink or softer white She holds the Summer's generous light,- Our native meadow sweet!— filed under Flowers-Safflower
Strawberry. Fragaria. When the fields are sweet with clover, And the woods are glad with song, When the brooks are running over, And the days are bright and long, Then, from every nook and bower, Peeps the dainty strawberry flower.— filed under Flowers-Safflower
Thyme. Thymus. I know a bank where the wild thyme blows. Midsummer-Night's Dream. Act II. Sc. I. L. 249. Trillium, Birth-Root. Trillium. Now about the rugged places And along the ruined way, Light and free in sudden graces Comes the careless tread of May, - Born of tempest, wrought in power, Stirred by sudden hope and fear, You may find a mystic flower In the spring-time of the year!— filed under Flowers-Thyme
A blossom of returning light, An April flower of sun and dew; The earth and sky, the day and night Are melted in her depth of blue!— filed under Flowers-Violet
The modest, lowly violet In leaves of tender green is set; So rich she cannot hide from view, But covers all the bank with blue.— filed under Flowers-Violet
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