Ivy

This little girl inside me (For me.)

— Ivy

Oh roses for the flush of youth,Grown old before my time.

— Ivy

The holly and the ivy,The holly bears the crown.

— Ivy

I see that God is in all creatures, man and beast, fish and fowl,and hath his being no where else out of the creatures . . .

— Ivy

Well might the thoughtful race of old To hide what wastes away.

— Ivy

That headlong ivy! not a leaf will grow(And that's not ill) when twisted round a comb.

— Ivy

Walls must get the weather stainBefore they grow the ivy.

— Ivy

The rugged trees are minglingTo clasp the boughs above.

— Ivy

As creeping ivy clings to wood or stone,And hides the ruin that it feeds upon.

— Ivy

Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green,A rare old plant is the ivy green

— Ivy

DirectThe clasping ivy where to climb.

— Ivy

On my velvet couch reclining,What are kings and crowns to me?

— Ivy

Bring, bring the madding Bay, the drunken vine,The creeping, dirty, courtly Ivy join

— Ivy

Round broken columns clasping ivy twin'd

— Ivy

Where round some mould'ring tow'r pale ivy creeps,And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps

— Ivy