'Tis noon - a calm, unbroken sleep
Is on the blue waves of the deep;
A soft haze, like a fairy dream,
Is floating over wood and stream;
And many a broad magnolia flower,
Within its shadowy woodland bower,
Is gleaming like a lovely star. [ George D. Prentice ]

To lordlings proud I tune my lay,
Who feast in bower or hall;
Though dukes they be, to dukes I say,
That pride will have a fall. [ Gay ]

I'd be a butterfly, born in a bower,
Where roses and lilies and violets meet. [ Thomas Haynes Bayly ]

Here eglantine embalm'd the air,
Hawthorne and hazel mingled there;
The primrose pale, and violet flower.
Found in each cliff a narrow bower;
Fox-glove and nightshade, side by side.
Emblems of punishment and pride,
Group'd their dark hues with every stain
The weather-beaten crags retain. [ Sir Walter Scott ]

Not more the rose, the queen of flowers,
Outblushes all the bloom of bower,
Than she unrivalled grace discloses;
The sweetest rose, where all are roses. [ Moore ]

And half in shade and half in sun;
The rose sat in her bower,
With a passionate thrill in her crimson heart. [ Bayard Taylor ]

A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. [ John Keats, Endymion ]