With roses musky-breathed,
And drooping daffodilly.
And silver-leaved lily,
And ivy darkly-wreathed,
I wove a crown before her.
For her I love so dearly. [ Tennyson ]
Plant a white rose at my feet,
Or a lily fair and sweet,
With the humble mignonette
And the blue-eyed violet. [ Julia C. R. Dorr, Earth to Earth ]
The purple heath and golden broom
On moory mountains catch the gale.
O'er lawns the lily sheds perfume.
The violet in the vale. [ Montgomery ]
I remember, I remember
The roses, red and white.
The violets, and the lily-cups
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs, where the robin built,
And where my brother set,
The laburnum on his birthday -
The tree is living yet. [ Hood ]
Yet, no - not words, for they
But half can tell love's feeling;
Sweet flowers alone can say
What passion fears revealing:
A once bright rose's wither'd leaf,
A tow'ring lily broken -
Oh, these may paint a grief
No words could ever have spoken. [ Moore ]
Now blooms the lily by the bank.
The primrose down the brae;
The hawthorn's budding in the glen,
And milkwhite is the slae. [ Burns ]
The wild bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing.
Now in a lily cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing.
In his wandering. [ Oscar Wilde ]
She thought our good-night kiss was given.
And like a lily her life did close;
Angels uncurtain'd that repose,
And the next waking dawn'd in heaven. [ Gerald Massey ]
Curst be the gold and silver which persuade
Weak men to follow far fatiguing trade!
The lily peace outshines the silver store,
And life is dearer than the golden ore.
Yet money tempts us over the desert brown,
To every distant mart and wealthy town. [ Collins ]
The daisy is fair, the day-lily rare,
The bud of the rose as sweet as it's bonnie. [ Hogg ]
The honey-bee that wanders all day long
The field, the woodland, and the garden over.
To gather in his fragrant winter store.
Humming in calm content his winter song,
Seeks not alone the rose's glowing breast,
The lily's dainty cup, the violet's lips.
But from all rank and noxious weeds he sips
The single drop of sweetness closely pressed
Within the poison chalice. [ Anne C. Lynch Botta ]
Her form was fresher than the morning rose
When the dew wets its leaves; unstained and pure
As is the lily, or the mountain snow. [ Thomson ]
The rising blushes, which her cheek over spread,
Are opening roses in the lily's bed. [ Gay ]
Like the lily,
That once was mistress of the field, and flourished,
I'll hang my head, and perish. [ William Shakespeare ]
The lily and the rose in her fair face striving for precedence. [ N. P. Willis ]
The fountain of love is the rose and the lily, the sun and the dove. [ Heinrich Heine ]
A little rain will fill the lily's cup, which hardly moists the field. [ Edwin Arnold ]
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, is wasteful and ridiculous excess. [ William Shakespeare ]
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, to throw a perfume on the violet, to smooth the ice, or add another hue unto the rainbow, or with taper-light to seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, is wasteful and ridiculous excess. [ William Shakespeare ]