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Flowers-Pansy: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations
In the open air Our myrtles blossomed.— COLERIDGE — Reflections on Leaving a
Place of Retirement. The myrtle (ensign of supreme command, Consigned by Venus to Melissa's hand) Not less capricious than a reigning fair, Oft favors, oft rejects a lover's prayer; In myrtle shades oft sings the happy swain In myrtle shades despairing ghosts complain.— SAM'L JOHNSON — Written at the Request of a Gentleman. L. 3.
Dark-green and gemm'd with flowers of snow, With close uncrowded branches spread Not proudly high, nor meanly low, A graceful myrtle rear'd its head.— MONTGOMERY — The Myrtle.
While the myrtle, now idly entwin'd with his crown. Like the wreath of Harmodius, shall cover his sword.— MOORE — O, Blame Not The Bard.
Orchid. Orchis. In the marsh pink orchid's faces, With their coy and dainty graces, Lure us to their hiding places- Laugh, O murmuring Spring!— SARAH F. DAVIS — Summer Song.
Purple orchis lasteth long,— JEAN INGELOW — Brothers, and a Sermon.
Song. Around the pillars of the palm-tree bower The orchids cling, in rose and purple spheres; Shield-broad the lily floats; the aloe flower Foredates its hundred years.— BAYARD TAYLOR — Canopus.
Painted Cup. Castilleia. Scarlet tufts Are glowing in the green, like flakes of fire; The wanderers of the prairie know them well, And call that brilliant flower the Painted Cup.— BRYANT — The Painted Cup.
Pansy. Viola Tricolor. Of all the bonny buds that blow In bright or cloudy weather, Of all the flowers that come and go The whole twelve moons together, The little purple pansy brings Thoughts of the sweetest, saddest things,— MARY E. BRADLEY — Heart's Ease.
Deep violets you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal.— E. B. BROWNING — A Flower in a Letter.
For summer has a close, And pansies bloom not in the snows.— E. B. BROWNING — Wisdom Unapplied.
Pansies for ladies all-(I wis That none who wear such brooches miss A jewel in the mirror).— E. B. BROWNING — A Flower in a Letter.
Pansies? You praise the ones that grow today Here in the garden; had you seen the place When Sutherland was living! Here they grew, From blue to deeper blue, in midst of each A golden dazzle like a glimmering star, Each broader, bigger than a silver crown; While here the weaver sat, his labor done, Watching his azure pets and rearing them, Until they seem'd to know his step and touch, And stir beneath his smile like living things: The very sunshine loved them, and would lie Here happy, coming early, lingering late, Because they were so fair.— ROBERT BUCHANAN — Hugh Sutherland's
Pansies. I pray, what flowers are these? The pansy this, O, that's for lover's thoughts.— GEO. CHAPMAN — All Fools. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 248.
I send thee pansies while the year is young, Yellow as sunshine, purple as the night; Flowers of remembrance, ever fondly sung By all the chiefest of the Sons of Light; And if in recollection lives regret For wasted days and dreams that were not true, I tell thee that the "pansy freak'd with jet" Is still the heart's ease that the poets knew. Take all the sweetness of a gift unsought, And for the pansies send me back a thought.— SARAH DOWDNEY — Pansies.
By scattered rocks and turbid waters shining, By furrowed glade and dell, To feverish men thy calm, sweet face uplifting, Thou stayest them to tell. The delicate thought, that cannot find expression, For ruder speech too fair, That, like thy petals, trembles in possession, And scatters on the air.— BRET HARTE — The Mountain
Heart's Ease. Heart's ease! one could look for half a day Upon this flower, and shape in fancy out Full twenty different tales of love and sorrow, That gave this gentle name.— MARY HOWITT — Heart's Ease.
FLOWERS-PASSION FLOWER. 237 They are all in the lily-bed, cuddled close together- Purple, Yellow-cap, and little Baby-blue; How they ever got there you must ask the April weather, The morning and the evening winds, the sunshine and the dew.— NELLIE M. HUTCHINSON — Vagrant
Pansies. The pansy freaked with jet.— MILTON — Lycidas. L. 144.
The beauteous pansies rise In purple, gold, and blue, With tints of rainbow hue Mocking the sunset skies.— THOMAS J. OUSELEY — The Angel of the
Flowers. Pray, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts.— Shakespeare — Hamlet. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 176.
The bolt of Cupid fell: *** upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness. Midsummer-Night's Dream. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 165. Heart's ease or pansy, pleasure or thought, Which would the picture give us of these? Surely the heart that conceived it sought Heart's ease.— SWINBURNE — A Flower Piece by Fanten.
Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth's prolific lap.— BAYARD TAYLOR — Home and Travel. Ariel in the Cloven Pine. L. 37.
Darker than darkest pansies. TENNYSON Gardener's Daughter. Early pansies, one by one, Opening the violet eye.— SARAH HELEN WHITMAN — She Blooms
no More. Passion Flower. Passiflora. Art thou a type of beauty, or of power, Of sweet enjoyment, or disastrous sin? For each thy name denoteth, Passion flower! O no! thy pure corolla's depth within We trace a holier symbol; yea, a sign 'Twixt God and man; a record of that hour When the expiatory act divine Cancelled that curse which was our mortal dower. It is the Cross!— SIR AUBREY DE VERE — A Song of Faith.
Devout Exercises and Sonnets. The Passion Flower. Papaw. Asimina. And brown is the papaw's shade-blossoming cup, In the wood, near the sun-loving maize.— WILLIAM FOSDICK — The Maize.