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Flowers-Honeysuckle: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

High in the clefts of the rock 'mid the cedars Hangeth the harebell the waterfall nigh; Blue are its petals, deep-blue tinged with purple, Mystical tintings that mirror the sky.— L. D. PYCHOWSKA — Harebells.

Thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose, nor The azur'd harebell, like thy veins.— Shakespeare — Cymbeline. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 220.

Heath. Erica. E'en wild heath displays her purple dyes, And 'midst the desert fruitful fields arise.— POPE — Windsor Forest. L. 25.

And oft, with bolder wing, they, soaring, dare The purple heath.— THOMSON — The Seasons. Spring. L. 511.

Heliotrope. Heliotropium. While heliotropes with meekly lifted brow, Say to me: "Go not yet."— JULIA C. R. DORR — Without and Within.

I drink deep draughts of its nectar.— E. C. STEDMAN — Heliotrope.

O sweetest of all the flowrets That bloom where angels tread! But never such marvelous odor, From heliotrope was shed.— E. C. STEDMAN — Heliotrope.

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!— DORA READ GOODALE — Hepatica.

Hollyhock. Althea Rosea. And Queen hollyhocks, With butterflies for crowns.— JEAN INGELOW — Honors. Pt. I.

Honeysuckle. Lonicera. Around in silent grandeur stood The stately children of the wood; Maple and elm and towering pine Mantled in folds of dark woodbine.— S. JULIA C. R. DORR — At the Gate.

A honeysuckle link'd Around, with its red tendrils and pink flowers.— L. E. LANDON — The Oak. L. 15.

I sat me down to watch upon a bank With ivy canopied and interwove With flaunting honeysuckle.— MILTON — Comus. L. 543.

I plucked a honeysuckle where The hedge on high is quick with thorn, And climbing for the prize, was torn, And fouled my feet in quag-water; And by the thorns and by the wind The blossom that I took was thinn'd, And yet I found it sweet and fair.— D. G. ROSSETTI — The Honeysuckle.

And honeysuckle loved to crawl Up the low crag and ruin'd wall. ScoTT-Marmion. Canto III. Introduction. And bid her steal into the pleached bower, Where honeysuckles, ripen'd by the sun, Forbid the sun to enter, like favorites, Made proud by princes, that advance their pride Against that power that bred it. Much Ado About Nothing. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 7. The honeysuckle round the porch has woven its wavy bowers.— TENNYSON — The May Queen. St. 8.

Hyacinth. Hyacinthus. The hyacinth for constancy wi' its unchanging blue.— BURNS — O Luve Will Venture In.

Come, evening gale! the crimsonne rose Is drooping for thy sighe of dewe; The hyacinthe wooes thy kisse to close In slumberre sweete its eye of blue.— GEORGE CROLY — Inscription for a

Grotto. By field and by fell, and by mountain gorge, Shone Hyacinths blue and clear.— LUCY HOOPER — Legends of Flowers. St. 3.

Here hyacinths of heavenly blue Shook their rich tresses to the morn.— MONTGOMERY — The Adventure of a Star.

And the hyacinth purple, and white, and blue, Which flung from its bells a sweet peal anew Of music so delicate, soft, and intense, It was felt like an odour within the sense.— SHELLEY — The Sensitive Plant, Pt. I.