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Quotes by Sarah Helen Whitman
A love-tint flushes the wind-flower's cheek, Rich melodies gush from the violet's beak, On the rifts of the rock, the wild columbines grow, Their heavy honey-cups bending low. น.— filed under Flirting
The shy little Mayflower weaves her nest, But the south wind sighs o'er the fragrant loam, And betrays the path to her woodland home.— filed under Flowers-Azalea
The aster greets us as we pass With her faint smile.— filed under Flowers-Azalea
Far and Wide. The fair azalea bows Beneath its snowy crest.— filed under Flowers-Azalea
Beside the brook and on the umbered meadow, Where yellow fern-tufts fleck the faded ground, With folded lids beneath their palmy shadow The gentian nods in dewy slumbers bound.— filed under Flowers-Forget-Me-Not
Near where yon rocks the stream inurn The lonely gentian blossoms still.— filed under Flowers-Forget-Me-Not
Darker than darkest pansies. TENNYSON Gardener's Daughter. Early pansies, one by one, Opening the violet eye.— filed under Flowers-Pansy
Banks that slope to the southern sky Where languid violets love to lie.— filed under Flowers-Violet
Here oft we sought the violet, as it lay Buried in beds of moss and lichens gray. S.— filed under Flowers-Violet
I love to wander through the woodlands hoary In the soft light of an autumnal day, When Summer gathers up her robes of glory, And like a dream of beauty glides away.— filed under Sows
In the hedge the frosted berries glow, The scarlet holly and the purple sloe.— filed under Trees And Plants-Pine