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Flowers-Ivy: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations
Indian Pipe. Monotropa Uniflora. Pale, mournful flower, that hidest in shade Mid dewy damps and murky glade, With moss and mould, Why dost thou hang thy ghastly head, So sad and cold?— CATHERINE E. BEECHER — To the
Monotropa, or Ghost Flower. Where the long, slant rays are beaming, Where the shadows cool lie dreaming, Pale the Indian pipes are gleaming- Laugh, O murmuring Spring!— SARAH F. DAVIS — Summer Song.
I hear, I hear The twang of harps, the leap Of fairy feet and know the revel's ripe, While like a coral stripe The lizard cool doth creep, Monster, but monarch there, up the pale Indian Pipe.— CHARLES DE KAY — Arcana Sylvarum.
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!— ELAINE GOODALE — Indian Pipe. St. 4.
Iris. Iris. Iris all hues, roses and jessamin.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. IV. L. 698.
Ivy. Hedera Helix. For ivy climbs the crumbling hall To decorate decay.— BAILEY — Festus. Sc. A Large Party
and Entertainment. That headlong ivy! not a leaf will grow But thinking of a wreath, *** I like such ivy; bold to leap a height 'Twas strong to climb! as good to grow on graves As twist about a thyrsus; pretty too (And that's not ill) when twisted round a comb.— E. B. BROWNING — Aurora Leigh. Bk. II.
Walls must get the weather stain Before they grow the ivy.— S. E. B. BROWNING — Aurora Leigh. Bk. VIII.
The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love; The ivy climbs the laurel To clasp the boughs above.— BRYANT — The Serenade.
As creeping ivy clings to wood or stone, And hides the ruin that it feeds upon.— COWPER — The Progress of Error. L. 285.
Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green, That creepeth o'er ruins old! Of right choice food are his meals I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. * * * * * * Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the ivy green.— DICKENS — Pickwick. Ch. VI.
D. Direct The clasping ivy where to climb.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. IX. L. 216.
On my velvet couch reclining Ivy leaves my brow entwining, While my soul expands with glee, What are kings and crowns to me?— MOORE — Odes of Anacreon.
Ode XLVIII. Bring, bring the madding Bay, the drunken vine; The creeping, dirty, courtly Ivy join.— POPE — The Dunciad. Bk. I. L. 303.
Round broken columns clasping ivy twin'd.— POPE — Windsor Forest. L. 69.
Where round some mould'ring tow'r pale ivy creeps, And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps.— POPE — Eloisa to Abelard. L. 243.
Jasmine. Jasminum. And at my silent window-sill The jessamine peeps in.— BRYANT — The Hunter's Serenade.
And across the porch Thick jasmins twined.— COLERIDGE — Reflections on Leaving a
Place of Retirement. Where the golden stars of the jasmine glow, And the roses bloom alway!— JULIA C. R. DORR — My Mocking Bird.
Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.— HOOD — Flowers.
It was a jasmine bower, all bestrown With golden moss.— KEATS — Endymion. Bk. II. L. 686.