Flowers

The aquilegia sprinkled on the rocksWere fringed, and streaky bells of miskodeed.

— Flowers

With roses musky-breathed,For her I love so dearly.

— Flowers

The gold-eyed kingcups fine,Rare broidery of the purple clover.

— Flowers

Here are cool mosses deep,And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.

— Flowers

Along the river's summer walk,And scarlet berries tell where bloomed the sweet wild-rose!

— Flowers

But when they had unloosed the linen band,And spread rich odours through our springtide air.

— Flowers

The very flowers are sacred to the poor.

— Flowers

To me the meanest flower that blows can giveThoughts that do often he too deep for tears.

— Flowers

And 'tis my faith that every flowerEnjoys the air it breathes.

— Flowers

The flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly.

— Flowers

Hope smiled when your nativity was cast,Children of Summer!

— Flowers

The mysteries that cups of flowers infoldAnd'all the gorgeous sights which fairies do behold.

— Flowers

There bloomed the strawberry of the wilderness;All kinds alike seemed favourites of Heaven.

— Flowers

Within the woods,Danced on their stalks.

— Flowers

Thy subtle charm is strangely given,O white anemone!

— Flowers

Anemone, so wellNamed of the wind, to which thou art all free.

— Flowers

From the soft wing of vernal breezes shed,With shining meal o'er all their velvet leaves.

— Flowers

Or, bide thou where the poppy blowsWith windflowers frail and fair.

— Flowers

The little windflower, whose just opened eyeIs blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.

— Flowers

The starry, fragile windflower, Shyly droops her lovely face.

— Flowers

Thou lookest up with meek, confiding eye Eyeing with jealous glance each opening grace.

— Flowers

Like to an almond tree ymounted hyeAt everie little breath, that under heaven is blowne.

— Flowers

Almond blossom, sent to teach usThat the spring days soon will reach us.

— Flowers

Blossom of the almond trees,April's gift to April's bees.

— Flowers

White as the blossoms which the almond tree,Above its bald and leafless branches bears.

— Flowers

Nosegays! leave them for the waking,Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do.

— Flowers

Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed,To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.

— Flowers

Immortal amaranth, a flower which onceAnd flow'rs aloft shading the fount of life.

— Flowers

Amaranths such as crown the maidsThat wander through Zamara's shades.

— Flowers

I care not for these ladies,Her beauty is her own.

— Flowers

Alas! what boots it with incessant careOr with the tangles of Neaera's hair?

— Flowers

Where, here and there, on sandy beachesA milky-bell'd amaryllis blew.

— Flowers

Underneath an apple-treeHung in rich profusion o'er them.

— Flowers

The apple blossoms' shower of pearl,As evanescent too.

— Flowers

All day in the green, sunny orchard,Down paths that were sweet with perfume.

— Flowers

Darlings of the forest!Ere the last snow-drift melts your tender buds have blown.

— Flowers

Pure and perfect, sweet arbutusTwines her rosy-tinted wreath.

— Flowers

The shy little Mayflower weaves her nest,And betrays the path to her woodland home.

— Flowers

The ash her purple drops forgivinglyEre the rain falls, the cautious farmer burns his brush.

— Flowers

With her ankles sunken in asphodelShe wept for the roses of earth which fell.

— Flowers

By the streams that ever flow,In yellow mead of asphodel.

— Flowers

Chide me not, laborious band! Goes home loaded with a thought.

— Flowers

The Autumn wood the aster knows,Among the rustling leaves.

— Flowers

The aster greets us as we passWith her faint smile.

— Flowers

And in the woods a fragrance rareWe see their blossoms sweet and red.

— Flowers

The fair azalea bowsBeneath its snowy crest.

— Flowers

Hang-head Bluebell,Full of a secret that thou dar'st not tell!

— Flowers

Oh! roses and lilies are fair to see;But the wild bluebell is the flower for me.

— Flowers

Whence is yonder flower so strangely bright?Hot, alive, amid the falling night.

— Flowers

While cassias blossom in the zone of calms.

— Flowers

For though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows.

— Flowers

Long as there's a sun that sets,'Tis the little Celandine.

— Flowers

Pleasures newly found are sweetPraise of which I nothing know.

— Flowers

The maid of India, blessed again to holdIn her full lap the Champac's leaves of gold.

— Flowers

Fair gift of Friendship! and her ever brightThy strength thus tested—and thy charms improved.

— Flowers

Chrysanthemums from gilded argosyUnload their gaudy scentless merchandise.

— Flowers

Where the wind-rows are spread for the butterfly's bed,And the clover-bloom falleth around.

— Flowers

Crimson clover I discover Coming with the May!

— Flowers

The clover blossoms kiss her feet,Bless all the wild flowers in the land.

— Flowers

Flocks thick-nibbling through the clovered vale.

— Flowers

What airs outblown from ferny dellsAnd clover-bloom and sweet brier smells.

— Flowers

Or columbines, in purple dressedNod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest.

— Flowers

Skirting the rocks at the forest edgeA health to the crimson columbine!

— Flowers

O columbine, open your folded wrapper, That hangs in your clear green bell!

— Flowers

There's fennel for you, and columbines: there's rue for you.

— Flowers

I am that flower,—That mint.—That columbine.

— Flowers

Look at this vigorous plant that lifts its head from the meadow,Such in the soul of man is faith.

— Flowers

Smiled like yon knot of cowslips on a cliff.

— Flowers

Thus I set my printless feetThat bends not as I tread.

— Flowers

The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forthThe freckled cowslip, burnet and green clover.

— Flowers

The cowslips tall her pensioners be;In those freckles live their savours.

— Flowers

Yet soon fair Spring shall give another scene.And yellow cowslips gild the level green.

— Flowers

And wild-scatter'd cowslips bedeck the green dale.

— Flowers

Ilk cowslip cup shall kep a tear.

— Flowers

The nesh yonge coweslip bendethe wyth the dewe.

— Flowers

The cowslip is a country wench.

— Flowers

The first wan cowslip, wetWith tears of the first morn.

— Flowers

Through tall cowslips nodding near you,Just to touch you as you pass.

— Flowers

And ye talk together still,Letters cowslips on the hill.

— Flowers

And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.

— Flowers

Welcome, wild harbinger of spring!Where chance has fixed thy lowly lot.

— Flowers

Hail to the King of Bethlehem, Of his authority!

— Flowers

You cannot forget if you would those golden kisses all over the cheeks of the meadow, queerly called dandelions.

— Flowers

Upon a showery night and still, On the green slopes paraded.

— Flowers

Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way,Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be.

— Flowers

Young Dandelion Miss Daisy fair.

— Flowers

Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.

— Flowers

The blue and bright-eyed floweret of the brook,Hope's gentle gem, the sweet Forget-me-not.

— Flowers

The sweet forget-me-nots,That grow for happy lovers.

— Flowers

And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze,Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

— Flowers

Thou blossom! bright with autumn dew,Succeeds the keen and frosty night.

— Flowers

Blue thou art, intensely blue;Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?

— Flowers

Beside the brook and on the umbered meadow, The gentian nods in dewy slumbers bound.

— Flowers

Mountain gorses, do ye teach usIs the humblest he can speak?

— Flowers

Mountain gorses, ever-golden.Up the hillside of this life, as bleak as where ye grow?

— Flowers

Love you not, then, to list and hearOf fragrance o'er the desert wide?

— Flowers

Hope is like a harebell, trembling from its birth,But the rose with all its thorns excels them both.

— Flowers

With fairest flowers,The azur'd harebell, like thy veins.

— Flowers

I love the fair lilies and roses so gay,The harebell blooms modest and tender.

— Flowers

With drooping bells of clearest blueSo lightly trembling.

— Flowers

Simplest of blossoms! To mine eyeTelling of halcyon days begun.

— Flowers

High in the clefts of the rock 'mid the cedarsMystical tintings that mirror the sky.

— Flowers

O sweetest of all the flowrets From heliotrope was shed.

— Flowers

All the woodland path is broken Blue hepatica!

— Flowers

It is the Hyacinth, whose sweet bells stooping,Memory, that is itself a shadow, dwells.

— Flowers

The hyacinth for constancy wi' its unchanging blue.

— Flowers

Art thou a hyacinth blossomShall I not lift thee?

— Flowers

Come, evening gale! the crimsonne rose In slumberre sweete its eye of blue.

— Flowers

By field and by fell, and by mountain gorge,Shone Hyacinths blue and clear.

— Flowers

Here hyacinths of heavenly blueShook their rich tresses to the morn.

— Flowers

If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft,Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.

— Flowers

And the hyacinth purple, and white, and blue,It was felt like an odour within the sense.

— Flowers

Pale, mournful flower, that hidest in shadeSo sad and cold?

— Flowers

Where the long, slant rays are beaming, Laugh, O murmuring Spring!

— Flowers

I hear, I hearMonster, but monarch there, up the pale Indian Pipe.

— Flowers

Death in the wood,—She gave us a soulless flower!

— Flowers

The yellow flags * * * would standUp to their chins in water.

— Flowers

Born in the purple, born to joy and pleasance, The meadow and the lin.

— Flowers

O flower-de-luce, bloom on, and let the river The world more fair and sweet.

— Flowers

Lilies of all kinds,The flower-de-luce being one!

— Flowers

And nearer to the river's trembling edge And floating water-lilies, broad and bright.

— Flowers

What, is the jay more precious than the lark,Because his feathers are more beautiful?

— Flowers

And at my silent window-sillThe jessamine peeps in.

— Flowers

Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.

— Flowers

Jas in the Arab language is despair,Than any blossom of the summer hours.

— Flowers

Among the flowers no perfume is like mine; When they are gone and nought remains behind.

— Flowers

And the jasmine flower in her fair young breast, And the one star over the tower.

— Flowers

It smelt so faint, and it smelt so sweet, Where a mummy is half unroll'd.

— Flowers

Out in the lonely woods the jasmine burnsThe banks of dark lagoons.

— Flowers

The lilac spreadOdorous essence.

— Flowers

Go down to Kew in lilac-time, in lilac-time, in lilac-time; Go down to Kew in lilac-time (it isn't far from London).

— Flowers

I am thinking of the lilac-trees, Shed fragrance through the room.

— Flowers

The purple clusters load the lilac-bushes.

— Flowers

When lilacs last in the door-yard bloom'd,I mourn'd—and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.

— Flowers

With every leaf a miracle … and from this bush in the door-yard,A sprig, with its flower, I break.

— Flowers

Oh! what are the brightest that e'er have blownWhose flowers have a soul in every leaf.

— Flowers

Be like a lotus. Let the beauty of your heart speak. Be grateful to the mud, water, air and the light.

— Flowers

Where drooping lotos-flowers, distilling balm,While Care forgets to sigh, and Peace hath balsamed Pain.

— Flowers

The lotus flower is troubled She dreamily waits for the night.

— Flowers

Lotos, the name; divine, nectareous juice!

— Flowers

Stone lotus cups, with petals dipped in sand.

— Flowers

They wove the lotus band to deckAnd fan with pensile wreath their neck.

— Flowers

A spring there is, whose silver waters showShades all the banks, and seems itself a grove.

— Flowers

The lotos bowed above the tide and dreamed.

— Flowers

The Lotos blooms below the barren peak:Round and round the spicy downs the yellow Lotos-dust is blown.

— Flowers

In that dusk land of mystic dream Within the Lotos flower.

— Flowers

Love lies bleeding in the bed whereoverLove lies bleeding.

— Flowers

This flower that first appeared as summer's guestAnd to her mournful habits fondly cleaves.

— Flowers

Fragrant o'er all the western grovesThe tall magnolia towers unshaded.

— Flowers

I wake to "magnolias sweet and fresh", I will wait for you tonight alone in the dark…

— Flowers

Flowers are the sweetest things that God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into.

— Flowers

And winking Mary-buds beginTo ope their golden eyes.

— Flowers

The bud may have a bitter taste,But sweet will be the flower.

— Flowers

Here's flowers for you:And with him rises weeping.

— Flowers

Not a flowerOf his unrivall'd pencil.

— Flowers

The marigold, whose courtier's facePacks and shuts up her gaudy shop.

— Flowers

But the flower leaned aside A hundred miles away.

— Flowers

The marigold abroad her leaves doth spread,Because the sun's and her power is the same.

— Flowers

The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.

— Flowers

No marigolds yet closed are,No shadows great appeare.

— Flowers

Full many a flower is born to blush unseenAnd waste its sweetness on the desert air.

— Flowers

Open afresh your round of starry folds,Dry up the moisture from your golden lips.

— Flowers

Yellow japanned buttercups and star-disked dandelions, just as we see them lying in the grass, like sparks that have leaped from the kindling sun of summer.

— Flowers

The sun-observing marigold.

— Flowers

Above his headShading its Ethiop berries.

— Flowers

Nor shall the marigold unmentioned die,And ever keeps his golden beams in view.

— Flowers

Young playmates of the rose and daffodil,Savory latter-mint, and columbines.

— Flowers

When with a serious musing I beholdHer open breast, when Titan spreads his rays.

— Flowers

I sometimes think that never blows so redDropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.

— Flowers

The seal and guerdon of wealth untoldWe clasp in the wild marsh marigold.

— Flowers

One thing is certain and the rest is lies;The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.

— Flowers

Fair is the marigold, for pottage meet.

— Flowers

Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way,Which children pluck, and, full of pride uphold.

— Flowers

A little marsh-plant, yellow green, Lest you should bruise the curious head.

— Flowers

"Aye," said Math, "let us seek, thou and I, by our magic and enchantment to conjure a wife for him out of flowers"...And then they took the flowers of the oak, and the flowers of the broom, and the flowers of the meadowsweet, and from those they called forth the very fairest and best endowed maiden that mortal ever saw, and baptized her with the baptism they used at that time, and named her Blodeuedd.

— Flowers

With careless joy we thread the woodland waysThe Indian's moccasin!

— Flowers

Anemones and seas of gold,Their buds on Camadera's quiver.

— Flowers

Not to the sunny hoursLike Love, that lives when all beside is dying.

— Flowers

There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.

— Flowers

Wondrous interlacement! Sturdy morning-glory.

— Flowers

Where flowers degenerate man cannot live.

— Flowers

The morning-glory's blossoming Upspringing from the ground.

— Flowers

I read flowers, not scriptures.

— Flowers

Nor myrtle—which means chiefly love: and loveSo early o' mornings.

— Flowers

I know that as night and shadows are good for flowers, and moonlight and dews are better than a continual sun, so is Christ's absence of special use, and that it hath some nourishing virtue in it, and giveth sap to humility, and putteth an edge on hunger, and furnisheth a fair field for faith to put forth itself.

— Flowers

The myrtle (ensign of supreme command,In myrtle shades despairing ghosts complain.

— Flowers

Color is the ultimate in art. It is still and will always remain a mystery to us, we can only apprehend it intuitively in flowers.

— Flowers

Dark-green and gemm'd with flowers of snow, A graceful myrtle rear'd its head.

— Flowers

Thou shalt not lackThe azur'd harebell, like thy veins.

— Flowers

While the myrtle, now idly entwin'd with his crown,Like the wreath of Harmodius, shall cover his sword.

— Flowers

These flowers are like the pleasures of the world.

— Flowers

In the marsh pink orchid's faces,Laugh, O murmuring Spring!

— Flowers

When daisies pied, and violets blue,Do paint the meadows with delight.

— Flowers

Around the pillars of the palm-tree bowerForedates its hundred years.

— Flowers

In emerald tufts, flowers purple, blue, and white;Like sapphire, pearl and rich embroidery.

— Flowers

Art thou a type of beauty, or of power,It is the Cross!

— Flowers

I know a bank, where the wild thyme blowsWith sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine.

— Flowers

Her heart was a passion-flower, bearing within it the crown of thorns and the cross of Christ.

— Flowers

To strew thy green with flowers; the yellows, blues,The purple violets, and marigolds.

— Flowers

You take a pink,But will not change it to a heliotrope.

— Flowers

The fairest flowers o' the seasonAre our carnations and streak'd gillyvors.

— Flowers

And I will pu' the pink, the emblem o' my dear,For she's the pink o' womankind, and blooms without a peer.

— Flowers

Age cannot Love destroy,In which its vermeil splendours shine.

— Flowers

The beauteous pink I would not slight.Pride of the gardener's leisure.

— Flowers

There grew pied wind-flowers and violets,When the low wind, its playmate's voice, it hears.

— Flowers

Ring-ting! I wish I were a primrose, And the elm-tree for our king!

— Flowers

And like a prophetess of MayLike one on whom thou smilest, dear.

— Flowers

The primrose banks how fair!

— Flowers

So passeth, in the passing of a day, Whilst loving thou mayst loved be with equal crime.

— Flowers

"I could have brought you some primroses, but I do not like to mix violets with anything.""They say primroses make a capital salad," said Lord St. Jerome.

— Flowers

Roses red and violets blew,And all the sweetest flowres that in the forrest grew.

— Flowers

Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.

— Flowers

There has fallen a splendid tearAnd the lily whispers, "I wait."

— Flowers

Why doe ye weep, sweet babes? Can tearsTeemed her refreshing dew?

— Flowers

The slender acacia would not shakeThey sighed for the dawn and thee.

— Flowers

A tuft of evening primroses,Of buds into ripe flowers.

— Flowers

The daisy, primrose, violet darkly blue;And polyanthus of unnumbered dyes.

— Flowers

Bountiful Primroses, With outspread heart that needs the rough leaves' care.

— Flowers

Now when the primrose makes a splendid show,With his red stalks upon this sunny day!

— Flowers

Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire! To mark his victory.

— Flowers

To me the meanest flower that blows can giveThoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

— Flowers

A primrose by a river's brim,And it was nothing more.

— Flowers

Say it with flowers.

— Flowers

Primroses, the Spring may love them;Summer knows but little of them.

— Flowers

Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.

— Flowers

The Primrose for a veil had spread A simple flower deceives.

— Flowers

A wilderness of sweets.

— Flowers

And the saffron flowerClear as a flame of sacrifice breaks out.

— Flowers

The bright consummate flower.

— Flowers

From the white-blossomed sloe, my dear Chloe requested, If ever I plant in that bosom a thorn.

— Flowers

And touched by her fair tendance, gladlier grew.

— Flowers

Thou beautiful new comer,At sweet spring-time is seen.

— Flowers

Just then return'd at shut of evening flowers.

— Flowers

At the head of Flora's dance;All to thee their tribute bring.

— Flowers

Sweet letters of the angel tongue,There's a soul in every leaf!

— Flowers

The morning star of flowers.

— Flowers

Take the flower from my breast, I pray thee,The stars rejoice to watch thee on thy way.

— Flowers

Nor will I then thy modest grace forget,And pensive monitor of fleeting years!

— Flowers

As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and valorous sunflowers, we shall never have a garden without them, both for their own sake, and for the sake of old-fashioned folks, who used to love them.

— Flowers

Lone Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as theyWhose zeal outruns his promise!

— Flowers

Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men or animals. Some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some are pensive and diffident; others again are plain, honest and upright, like, the broad-faced sunflower and the hollyhock.

— Flowers

The pea is but a wanton witchAnd clasps her rings on every hand.

— Flowers

Flowers are Love's truest language; they betray,But love, strong love, that never can decay!

— Flowers

Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight;To bind them all about with tiny rings.

— Flowers

Thick on the woodland floorAnd Orchis purple and pale.

— Flowers

Up wi' the flowers o' Scotland, Or bonny heather bell.

— Flowers

I have loved flowers that fade,With sweet unmemoried scents.

— Flowers

When on the breath of Autumn's breeze,Upon the golden harvest-hill!

— Flowers

Brazen helm of daffodillies,Holden ready for the fight.

— Flowers

The tuberose, with her silvery light, She comes out when the sun's away.

— Flowers

Ah, ah, Qytherea! Adonis is dead.Her tears, to the wind-flower, his blood, to the rose.

— Flowers

Though many a flower may win my praise,It was the violet.

— Flowers

The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks,Held out in the smoke, like stars by day.

— Flowers

Those virgin lilies, all the nightWhen their beloved sun's awake.

— Flowers

Yet here's eglantine,And tell thy soul their roots are left in mine.

— Flowers

The water-lily starts and slidesTho' anchor'd to the bottom.

— Flowers

The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago,And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland glade and glen.

— Flowers

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,Into my bosom, and be lost in me.

— Flowers

Where fall the tears of love the rose appears,Spring glittering with the cheerful drops like dew.

— Flowers

Rapaciously we gathered flowery spoilsAnd court the wind.

— Flowers

Who that has loved knows not the tender taleWhich flowers reveal, when lips are coy to tell?

— Flowers

What loved little islands, twice seen in their lakes :Can the wild water-lily restore.

— Flowers

Mourn, little harebells, o'er the lea;The first o' flow'rs.

— Flowers

The slender water-lilyLooks tenderly down for her sake.

— Flowers

Now blooms the lily by the bank,And milkwhite is the slae.

— Flowers

Broad water-lilies lay tremulously.With a motion of sweet sound and radiance.

— Flowers

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn,And violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.

— Flowers

Swan flocks of lilies shoreward lying,In sweetness, not in music, dying.

— Flowers

Rose, what is become of thy delicate hue?That meadow, those daisies, why do they not smile?

— Flowers

Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you 'tis true:Like treasures of silver and gold.

— Flowers

The berries of the brier roseAre drooping heavy-eyed.

— Flowers

I know not which I love the most,Like a bashful maid her head.

— Flowers

They know the time to go!And hastes to bed.

— Flowers

Flowers are wordsWhich even a babe may understand.

— Flowers

And all the meadows, wide unrolled,Their shining tissues in the sun.

— Flowers

The harebells nod as she passes by,And the mosses creep to her dancing feet.

— Flowers

Up from the gardens floated the perfumeOf roses and myrtle, in their perfect bloom.

— Flowers

The rose is fragrant, but it fades in time:And white snow in minutes melts away.

— Flowers

The flowers of the forest are a' wede away.

— Flowers

Why does the rose her grateful fragrance yield,And yellow cowslips paint the smiling field?

— Flowers

They speak of hope to the fainting heart,They break forth in glory, bring flowers, bright flowers!

— Flowers

Through the laburnum's dropping goldPurpled the moss-beds at its feet.

— Flowers

Gather ye Rose-buds while ye may,To-morrow will be dying.

— Flowers

Go, happy rose, and, interwoveThat so oft has fetter'd me.

— Flowers

Faire pledges of a fruitful treeAnd go at last.

— Flowers

The daisy is fair, the day-lily rare,The bud o' the rose as sweet as it's bonnie.

— Flowers

What are the flowers of Scotland,All others that excel!

— Flowers

I remember, I rememberThe tree is living yet.

— Flowers

I may not to the world impartI keep my faded flower.

— Flowers

'Tis but a little faded flower,Through many a weary year.

— Flowers

Growing one's own choice words and fanciesIn odorous rhetoric of carnations.

— Flowers

Roses, and pinks, and violets, to adornThe shrine of Flora in her early May.

— Flowers

* * * the roseSolution sweet.

— Flowers

And O and O,And the green bud's as long as the spike end.

— Flowers

Underneath large blue-bells tentedPerfume which on earth is not.

— Flowers

And the rose herself has gotPerfume which on earth is not.

— Flowers

The loveliest flowers the closest cling to earth,The happiest of Spring's happy, fragrant birth.

— Flowers

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,Stars, that in the earth's firmament do shine.

— Flowers

Gorgeous flowerets in the sunlight shining,Buds that open only to decay.

— Flowers

The flaming rose gloomed swarthy red; Glimmer the rich dusk through.

— Flowers

And I will make thee beds of roses,And a thousand fragrant posies.

— Flowers

The foxglove, with its stately bellsAnd Nature seems but half alive.

— Flowers

Yet, no, not words, for theyNo words could e'er have spoken.

— Flowers

The Wreath's of brightest myrtle woveTo heal his lips when bees have stung it.

— Flowers

Forget-me-not, and violets, heavenly blue,Spring, glittering with the cheerful drops like dew.

— Flowers

He bore a simple wild-flower wreath:When spring on summer's confines presses.

— Flowers

In Eastern lands they talk in flowers,On its leaves a mystic language Dears.

— Flowers

Here blushing Flora paints th' enamell'd ground.

— Flowers

Here eglantine embalm'd the air,The weather-beaten crags retain.

— Flowers

There grew pied wind-flowers and violets,The constellated flower that never sets.

— Flowers

Day stars ! that ope your frownless eyes to twinkleAs a libation.

— Flowers

Ye bright Mosaics! that with storied beauty,Your forms create!

— Flowers

Sweet is the rose, but grows upon a brere;And sweet is moly, but his root is ill.

— Flowers

The violets ope their purple heads;The roses blow, the cowslip springs.

— Flowers

Primrose-eyes each morning opeTell-tales of their fragrant slope.

— Flowers