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Flowers-Clover: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations
Champac. Michelia Champaca. The maid of India, blessed again to hold In her full lap the Champac's leaves of gold.— MOORE — Lalla Rookh. The Veiled
Prophet of Khorassan. Chrysanthemum. Chrysanthemum. Fair gift of Friendship! and her ever bright And faultless image! welcome now thou art, In thy pure loveliness-thy robes of white, Speaking a moral to the feeling heart; Unscattered by heats-by wintry blasts unmoved- Thy strength thus tested-and thy charms improved.— ANNA PEYRE DINNIES — To a White
Chrysanthemum. Chrysanthemums from gilded argosy Unload their gaudy scentless merchandise.— OSCAR WILDE — Humanitad. St. 11.
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!— DORA READ GOODALE — Wild Clematis.
Clover. Trifolium. Where the wind-rows are spread for the butterfly's bed, And the clover-bloom falleth around.— ELIZA COOK — Journal. Vol. VII. St. 2. Song of the Haymakers.
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!— DORA READ GOODALE — Red 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.— DORA READ GOODALE — White Clover.
Flocks thick-nibbling through the clovered vale.— THOMSON — The Seasons. Summer. L. 1,235.
What airs outblown from ferny dells And clover-bloom and sweet brier smells.— WHITTIER — The Last Walk in Autumn. St. 6.
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!— ELAINE GOODALE — Columbine.
O columbine, open your folded wrapper, Where two twin turtle-doves dwell! O cuckoopint, toll me the purple clapper That hangs in your clear green bell!— JEAN INGELOW — Songs of Seven. Seven
Times One. Columbine, Golden. Aquilegia Chrysantha. Sweet flower of the golden horn, Thy beauty passeth praise! But why should spring thy gold adorn Most meet for summer days? Well may the mighty sycamore His shelter o'er thee throw, And spring-time winds, which elsewhere roar, Breathe gently as they go.— HENRY H. RUSBY — To the Golden
Columbine. Compass-plant. Silphium laciniatum. Look at this vigorous plant that lifts its head from the meadow, See how its leaves are turned to the north, as true as the magnet; This is the compass-flower. that the finger of God has planted Here in the houseless wild, to direct the traveller's journey Over the sea-like, pathless, limitless waste of the desert, Such in the soul of man is faith.— LONGFELLOW — Evangeline. Pt. II. St. 4. L. 140.
FLOWERS-COWSLIP. 225 Convolvulus. Convolvulus. There is an herb named in Latine Convolvulus (i. e. with wind), growing among shrubs and bushes, which carrieth a flower not unlike to this Lilly, save that it yeeldeth no smell nor hath those chives within; for whitenesse they resemble one another very much, as if Nature in making this floure were a learning and trying her skill how to frame the Lilly indeed.— PLINY — Natural History. Bk. XXI. Ch. X. Holland's trans.
Coral-tree. Erythrina. The crimson blossoms of the coral-tree In the warm isles of India's sunny sea.— MOORE — Lalla Rookh. The Veiled
Prophet of Khorassan. Cowslip. Primula. Smiled like yon knot of cowslips on a cliff.— BLAIR — The Grave. L. 520.
Yet soon fair Spring shall give another scene. And yellow cowslips gild the level green.— ANNE E. BLEECKER — Return to
Tomhanick. Methinks I hear his faint reply- When cowslips deck the plain.— WM. LISLE BOWLES — Winter Redbreast.
And wild-scatter'd cowslips bedeck the green dale.— BURNS — The Chevalier's Lament.
Ilk cowslip cup shall kep a tear.— BURNS — Elegy on Capt. Matthew
Henderson, The nesh yonge coweslipe bendethe wyth the dewe.— THOMAS CHATTERTON — Rowley Poems.
Ælla. The cowslip is a country wench.— HOOD — Flowers.
I sometimes wonder how I can be glad, Even in cowslip time when hedges sprout.— JEAN INGELOW — Songs With Preludes.
Regret. The first wan cowslip, wet With tears of the first morn. S. OWEN MEREDITH (Lord Lytton)-Ode to a Starling. Through tall cowslips nodding near you, Just to touch you as you pass. OWEN MEREDITH (Lord Lytton)-Song. Thus I set my printless feet O'er the cowslip's velvet head, That bends not as I tread.— MILTON — Comus. Song.