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Quotes by Elaine Goodale
Thy subtle charm is strangely given, My fancy will not let thee be,- Then poise not thus 'twixt earth and heaven, O white anemone!— filed under Flowers-Anemone
Pure and perfect, sweet arbutus Twines her rosy-tinted wreath.— filed under Flowers-Apple Blossoms
The purple asters bloom in crowds In every shady nook, And ladies' eardrops deck the banks Of many a babbling brook.— filed under Flowers-Azalea
A pure large flower of simple mold, And touched with soft peculiar bloom, Its petals faint with strange perfume, And in their midst a disk of gold!— filed under Flowers-Azalea
Columbine. Aquilegia Canadensis. Or columbines, in purple dressed Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. BRYANT To the Fringed Gentian. Skirting the rocks at the forest edge With a running flame from ledge to ledge, Or swaying deeper in shadowy glooms, A smoldering fire in her dusky blooms; Bronzed and molded by wind and sun, Maddening, gladdening every one With a gypsy beauty full and fine,- A health to the crimson columbine!— filed under Flowers-Clover
Along this quiet wood road, winding slow, When free October ranged its sylvan ways, And, vaulting up the terraced steep below, Chased laughing sunbeams thro' the golden days, In matchless beauty, tender and serene, The gentian reigned, an undisputed queen.— filed under Flowers-Forget-Me-Not
Last stanza. Nature lies disheveled, pale, With her feverish lips apart, - Day by day the pulses fail, Nearer to her bounding heart; Yet that slackened grasp doth hold Store of pure and genuine gold; Quick thou comest, strong and free, Type of all the wealth to be,- Goldenrod!— filed under Flowers-Forget-Me-Not
Death in the wood, - In the death-pale lips apart; Death in a whiteness that curdled the blood, Now black to the very heart: The wonder by her was formed Who stands supreme in power; To show that life by the spirit comes She gave us a soulless flower!— filed under Flowers-Ivy
The seal and guerdon of wealth untold We clasp in the wild marsh marigold.— filed under Flowers-Lotus
Meadow Rue. Thalictrum. When emerald slopes are drowned in song, When weary grows the unclouded blue, When warm winds sink in billowy bloom, And flood you with a faint perfume, One moment leave the rapturous throng To seek the haunts of meadow rue!— filed under Flowers-Marsh Marigold
Mignonette. Reseda Odorata. Here bloom red roses, dewy wet, And beds of fragrant mignonette.— filed under Flowers-Marsh Marigold
Moccasin Flower. Cypripedium. With careless joy we thread the woodland ways And reach her broad domain. Thro' sense of strength and beauty, free as air. We feel our savage kin, - And thus alone with conscious meaning wear The Indian's moccasin!— filed under Flowers-Marsh Marigold
The starry, fragile windflower, Poised above in airy grace, Virgin white, suffused with blushes, Shyly droops her lovely face.— filed under Flowers-Woodbine