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 ]

Haste thee. Nymph, and bring with thee
Jest and youthful jollity.
Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles.
Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles. [ Milton ]

Here sit I upon the sward wreathed with violets. [ K. Schmidt ]

Love's arms were wreathed about the neck of Hope,
And Hope kiss'd Love, and Love drew in her breath
In that close kiss and drank her whispered tales.
They say that Love would die when Hope was gone.
And Love mourned long, and sorrowed after Hope;
At last she sought out Memory, and they trod
The same old paths where Love had walked with Hope,
And Memory fed the soul of Love with tears. [ Tennyson ]

How the universal heart of man blesses flowers! They are wreathed round the cradle, the marriage altar, and the tomb. [ Mrs. L. M. Child ]

How the universal heart of man blesses flowers! They are wreathed round the cradle, the marriage altar, and the tomb; all these are appropriate uses. Flowers should deck the brow of the youthful bride, for they are in themselves a lovely type of marriage; they should twine round the tomb, for their perpetually renewed beauty is a symbol of the resurrection; they should festoon the altar, for their fragrance and their beauty ascend in perpetual worship before the Most High. [ Mrs. L. M. Child ]