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Flowers-Lotus: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations
Lily-of-the-valley. Convallaria Majalis. The lily of the vale, of flowers the queen, Puts on the robe she neither sew'd nor spun.— MICHAEL BRUCE — Elegy.
White bud! that in meek beauty dost lean Thy cloistered cheek as pale as moonlight snow, Thou seem'st, beneath thy huge, high leaf of green, An Eremite beneath his mountain's brow.— GEORGE CROLY — The Lily of the Valley.
And in his left he held a basket full Of all sweet herbs that searching eye could cull Wild thyme, and valley-lilies whiter still Than Leda's love, and cresses from the rill.— KEATS — Endymion. Bk. I. L. 155.
And the Naiad-like lily of the vale, Whom youth makes so fair and passion so pale, That the light of its tremulous bells is seen, Through their pavilions of tender green.— SHELLEY — The Sensitive Plant. Pt. I.
The broad-leaf'd lily of the vale, And the meek forget-me-not.— LYDIA SIGOURNEY — Farewell to a Rural
Residence. Where scattered wild the Lily of the Vale Its balmy essence breathes.— THOMSON — The Seasons. Spring. L. 445.
And leaves of that shy plant, (Her flowers were shed) the lily of the vale. That loves the ground, and from the sun withholds Her pensive beauty, from the breeze her sweets.— WORDSWORTH — The Excursion.
S. Bk. IX. L. 540 Lotus. Nymphæa Lotus. The lotus flower is troubled At the sun's resplendent light; With sunken head and sadly She dreamily waits for the night.— HEINE — Book of Songs. Lyrical Interlude. No. 10.
Lotos, the name; divine, nectareous juice!— HOMER — Odyssey. Bk. 9. L. 106.
Pope's trans. Stone lotus cups, with petals dipped in sand.— JEAN INGELOW — Gladys and her Island. L. 460.
The Lotos blooms below the barren peak: The Lotos blooms by every winding creek: All day the wind breathes low with mellower tone: Thro' every hollow cave and alley lone, Round and round the spicy downs the yellow Lotos-dust is blown.— TENNYSON — The Lotos-Eaters.
Choric Song. St. 8. In that dusk land of mystic dream Where dark Osiris sprung, It bloomed beside his sacred stream While yet the world was young; And every secret Nature told, Of golden wisdom's power, Is nestled still in every fold, Within the Lotos flower.— WM. WINTER — A Lotos Flower.
Love Lies Bleeding. Amarantus Caudatus. Love lies bleeding in the bed whereover Roses lean with smiling mouths or pleading: Earth lies laughing where the sun's dart clove her: Love lies bleeding.— SWINBURNE — Love Lies Bleeding.
This flower that first appeared as summer's guest Preserves her beauty 'mid autumnal leaves And to her mournful habits fondly cleaves.— WORDSWORTH — Love Lies Bleeding.
(Companion Poem.) Magnolia Grandiflora. Magnolia. Majestic flower! How purely beautiful Thou art, as rising from thy bower of green, Those dark and glossy leaves so thick and full, Thou standest like a high-born forest queen Among thy maidens clustering round so fair;- I love to watch thy sculptured form unfolding, And look into thy depths, to image there. A fairy cavern, and while thus beholding, And while thy breeze floats o'er thee, matchless flower, I breathe the perfume, delicate and strong, That comes like incense from thy petal-bower; My fancy roams those southern woods along, Beneath that glorious tree, where deep among The unsunned leaves thy large white flowercups hung!— C. P. CRANCH — Poem to the
Magnolia Grandiflora. Mallow. Malva. Alas! alas! when in a garden fair Mallows, crisp dill, or parsley yields to fate, These with another year regerminate.— MOSCHUS — Idyll III.
FLOWERS-MARSH MARIGOLD. 235 Marigold. Tagetes. The marigold, whose courtier's face Echoes the sun, and doth unlace Her at his rise, at his full stop Packs and shuts up her gaudy shop.— JOHN CLEVELAND — On Phillis Walking
Before Sunrise. The marigold abroad her leaves doth spread, Because the sun's and her power is the same.— HENRY CONSTABLE — Diana.
No marigolds yet closed are, No shadowes great appeare.— HERRICK — Hesperides. To Daisies.
Not to Shut so Soone. Open afresh your round of starry folds, Ye ardent marigolds! Dry Dry up the moisture from your golden lips.— KEATS — I Stood Tiptoe Upon a Little
Hill. The sun-observing marigold.— QUARLES — The School of the Heart.
Ode XXX. St. 5. Nor shall the marigold unmentioned die, Which Acis once found out in Sicily; She Phœbus loves, and from him draws his hue, And ever keeps his golden beams in view.— RAPIN — In His Latin Poem on Gardens. Trans. by Gardiner in 1706.
And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes.— Shakespeare — Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 3. Song. L. 25.
Here's flowers for you: Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram : The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, And with him rises weeping.— Shakespeare — Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 103.
When with a serious musing I behold The graceful and obsequious marigold, How duly every morning she displays Her open breast, when Titan spreads his rays.— GEORGE WITHER — The Marigold.
Marsh Marigold. Caltha Palustris. And in yonder marshes burns The fiery-flaming marigold.— DORA READ GOODALE — May.
The seal and guerdon of wealth untold We clasp in the wild marsh marigold.— ELAINE GOODALE — Nature's Coinage.
Fair is the marigold, for pottage meet.— GAY — Shepherd's Week. Monday. L. 46.