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Flowers-Safflower: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

Safflower. Carthamus. And the saffron flower Clear as a flame of sacrifice breaks out.— JEAN INGELOW — The Doom. Bk. II.

Sensitive Plant. Mimosa Pudica. A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light, And clothed them beneath the kisses of night.— SHELLEY — The Sensitive Plant. Pt. I.

For the Sensitive Plant has no bright flower; Radiance and odour are not its dower; It loves, even like Love, its deep heart is full, It desires what it has not, the beautiful.— SHELLEY — The Sensitive Plant. Pt. I.

Shamrock. Trifolium Repens. I'll seek a four-leaved shamrock in all the fairy dells, And if I find the charmèd leaves, oh, how I'll weave my spells!— SAMUEL LOVER — The Four-Leaved

Shamrock. O, the Shamrock, the green, immortal Shamrock! Chosen leaf Of Bard and Chief, Old Erin's native Shamrock.— MOORE — Oh, the Shamrock.

Snow-Drop. Galanthus Nivalis. At the head of Flora's dance; Simple Snow-drop, then in thee All thy sister-train I see; Every brilliant bud that blows, From the blue-bell to the rose; All the beauties that appear, On the bosom of the Year, All that wreathe the locks of Spring, Summer's ardent breath perfume, Or on the lap of Autumn bloom, All to thee their tribute bring.— MONTGOMERY — The Snow-Drop.

The morning star of flowers.— MONTGOMERY — The Snow-Drop.

Winter's gloomy night withdrawn Lo! the young romantic Hours, Search the hill, the dale, the lawn To behold the snow-drop white, start to light.— MONTGOMERY- — The Snow-Drop.

FLOWERS-SUNFLOWER. 245 Lone Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they But hardier far, once more I see thee bend Thy forehead, as if fearful to offend, Like an unbidden guest. Though day by day, Storms, sallying from the mountain tops, waylay The rising sun, and on the plains descend; Yet art thou welcome, welcome as a friend Whose zeal outruns his promise!— WORDSWORTH — To a Snow-Drop.

Nor will I then thy modest grace forget, Chaste Snow-drop, venturous harbinger of Spring, And pensive monitor of fleeting years!— WORDSWORTH — To a Snow-Drop.

Spiræa. Spirxa. And yet she follows every turn With spires of closely clustered bloom, And all the wildness of the place, The narrow pass, the rugged ways, But give her larger room. And near the unfrequented road, By waysides scorched with barren heat, In clouded pink or softer white She holds the Summer's generous light,- Our native meadow sweet!— DORA READ GOODALE — Spiræa.

Strawberry. Fragaria. When the fields are sweet with clover, And the woods are glad with song, When the brooks are running over, And the days are bright and long, Then, from every nook and bower, Peeps the dainty strawberry flower.— DORA READ GOODALE — Strawberries.

Fill your lap and fill your bosom; Only spare the strawberry-blossom.— WORDSWORTH — Foresight.

Sunflower. Helianthus. Ah, Sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun; Seeking after that sweet golden clime, Where the traveller's journey is done; Where the youth pined away with desire, And the pale virgin shrouded in snow, Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my Sunflower wishes to go!— WILLIAM BLAKE — The Sunflower.