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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Gorse. Ulex. Mountain gorses, do ye teach us * * * * * * That the wisest word man reaches Is the humblest he can speak?— E. B. BROWNING — Lessons from the
Gorse. Mountain gorses, ever-golden. Cankered not the whole year long! Do ye teach us to be strong, Howsoever pricked and holden Like your thorny blooms and so Trodden on by rain and snow, Up the hillside of this life, as bleak as where ye grow?— E. B. BROWNING — Lessons from the
Gorse. Love you not, then, to list and hear The crackling of the gorse-flower near, Pouring an orange-scented tide Of fragrance o'er the desert wide?— WM. HOWITT — A June Day.
But I have seen The gay gorse bushes in their flowering time.— JEAN INGELOW — Gladys and her Island. L. 240.
Harebell. Campanula rotundifolia. In the hemlock's fragrant shadow Harebells nod by the drowsy pool.— JULIA C. R. DORR — The Ghost.
The harebell trembled on its stem Down where the rushing waters gleam.— JULIA C. R. DORR — Centennial Poet. L. 161.
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.— DORA READ GOODALE — Queen Harebell.
With drooping bells of clearest blue Thou didst attract my childish view, Almost resembling The azure butterflies that flew Where on the heath thy blossoms grew So lightly trembling.— BISHOP HEBER — The Harebell.
Simplest of blossoms! To mine eye Thou bring'st the summer's painted sky; The May-thorn greening in the nook; The minnows sporting in the brook; The bleat of flocks; the breath of flowers; The song of birds amid the bowers; The crystal of the azure seas; The music of the southern breeze; And, over all, the blessed sun, Telling of halcyon days begun.— MOIR — The Harebell.
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