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Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;
"away.” Flatter and praise, commend, extol their
graces; Though ne'er so black, say they have angels'
faces. That man that hath a tongue I say is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act III.
'Faith, there have been many great men that have flattered the people, who ne'er loved them; and there be many that they have loved, they know not wherefore: so that, if they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground.
a. Coriolanus. Act II. Sc. 2. Lay not that flattering unction to your soul. 6. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4.
Mine eyes Were not in fault, for she was beautiful: Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor mine
heart, That thought her like her seeming; it had
been vicious To have mistrusted her.
c Cymbeline. Act V. Sc. 5. O, that men's ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!
d. Timon of Athens.. Act I. Sc. 2. Should the poor be flatter'd ? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd
pomp; And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, Where thrift may follow fawning.
Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2.
They do abuse the king that flatter him, For flattery is the bellows blows up sin.
g. Pericles. Act I. Sc. 2.
What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage
sweet, But poison'd flattery?
h. Henry V. Act IV. Sc. 1. .
'Tis an old maxim in the schools, That flattery's the food of fools; Yet now and then your men of wit Will condescend to take a bit.
SWIFT—Cadenus and Vanessa.
Part I.- Unclassified Flora. .
A wilderness of sweets.
j. MILTON-Paradise Lost. Book V. Line 294.
Flowers are Love's truest language; they
betray, Like the divining rods of Magi old, Where precious wealth lies buried, not of
gold, But love strong love, that never can decay ! 0. Park BENJAMIN—Sonnet. Flowers
Love's Truest Language.
Sleepy poppies nod upon their stems; The humble violet and the dulcet rose, The stately lily then, and tulip, blows. p. ANNE E. BLEECKER- On her return to
The breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air (where it comes and goes like the warbling of music) than in the hand.
k. Bacon— Essay. Of Gardening. Sweet letters of the angel tongue,
I've loved ye long and well, And never have failed in your fragrance sweet
To find some secret spell, A charm that has bound me with witching
power, For mine is the old belief, That, midst your sweets and midst your
bloom, There's a soul in every leaf! 1. M. M. BALLOU— Flowers.
As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and valorous suntowers, 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. m. HENRY WARD BEECHER--Star Papers.
A Discourse of 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. 1. HENRY WARD BEECHER--Star Papers. 1
A Discourse of Flowers. 1
Another rose may bloom as sweet,
Other magnolias ope in whiteness.
Ah, ah, Cytherea! Adonis is dead.
was shed; And both turned into flowers for the earth's
garden close; Her tears, to the wind-flower,-his blood to
the rose. r. E. B. BROWNING—A Lament for
Adonis. St. 6.
The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you 'tis pinks,
true: Held out in the smoke, like stars by day. Yet, wildings, of nature, I doat upon you; a. E. B. BROWNING- The Soul's
For ye waft me to summers of old, Travelling. When the earth teem'd around me with fairy
delight, The happy violets hiding from the roads, į And when daisies and buttercups gladden'd The primroses run down too, carrying gold.
iny sight, b. E. B. BROWNING-Aurora Leigh.
Like treasures of silver and gold.
k. CAMPBELL-Field Flowers. It was roses, roses, all the way,
See the rich garland culled in vernal With myrtle mixed in my path.
weather C. ROBERT BROWNING — The l'atriot.
Where the young rosebud with lily glows,
So, in Love's wreath we both may twine The wind-flower and the violet, they perished
together long ago.
And I the lily be, and thou the rose. And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid
I. CAPILUSUS. the summer glow; But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster
My Rose, so red and round, in the wood,
My Daisy, darling of the summer weather, And the yellow sunflower by the brook in You must go down now, and keep house autumn beauty stood
together, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven,
Low underground! as falls the plague on men,
m. ALICE CARY- My Darlings. And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade and glen.
The berries of the brier rose d. BRYANT --The Death of the Fouers.
Have lost their rounded pride:
The bitter-sweet chrysanthemums
Are drooping heavy-eyed.
The buttercups and primroses Spring glittering with the cheerful drops like
That blossomed in our way.
ALICE Cary-- To Lucy. e. BRYANT-Trans. The Paradise of
I know not which I love the most,
Nor which the comeliest shows,
The timid, bashful violet, Ye stately foxgloves fair to see;
Or the royal-hearted rose:
The pansy in her purple dress,
The pink with cheek of red,
Or the faint fair heliotrope, who hangs, The first o flow'rs.
Like a bashful maid, her head; f. BURNS-Elegy on Capt. Matthew
For I love and prize you one and all,
To the lily fair, whose clothes outshine Now blooms the lily by the bank,
The raiment of a king. The primrose down the brae,
p. PUEBE CARY--Spring Flowers. The hawthorn's budding in the glen, And milk-white is the slae.
The anemone in snowy hood, g. BURNS-Lament of Mary, Queen of The sweet arbutus in the wood.
Scots. | And to the smiling skies above
I say, Bend brightly o'er my love. The snow-drop and primrose our woodlands
q. MARY CLEMMER- Good-By, Sweetheart, adorn, And violets bathe in the weet o' the morn. Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost! h. BURNS-- My Nannie's Awa.
7. COLERIDGE-Hymn Before Sunrise in
the Vale of Chamouni. Yet all beneath the unrivalled rose,
Roses and jasmine embowered a door The lovely daisy sweetly blows.
That never was closed to the wayworn poor. i. BURNS The Vision. Duan Second.
S. ELIZA COOK— The Old Water-Mill. Rose, what has become of thy delicate hue ?
There spring the wild-flowers-fair as can be. And where is the violet's beautiful blue?
t. Eliza Cook-My Grave. Does aught of its sweetness the blossom Who does not recollect the hours beguile?
When burning words and praises That meadow, those daisies; why do they not Were lavished on those shining flowers, smile?
Buttercups and daisies? j. JOHN BYROM-- A Pastoral.
U. ELIZA COOK-Buttercups and Daisies.
They know the time to go!
Is there not a soul beyond utterance, half Tňe fairy clocks strike their inaudible nymph, half child, in those delicate petals hour
which glow and breathe about the centres of In field and woodland, and each punctual deep color? flower
m. GEORGE ELIOT-- Middlemarch. Bows at the signal an obedient head .
Bk. IV. Ch. XXXVI. And hastes to bed.
The brief, c. Susan COOLIDGE-- Time To Go.
Courageous windflower, loveliest of the Not a flower
frail But shows some touch, in freckle, streak or The hazel's crimson star--the woodbine's stain,
leafOf his unrivall’d pencil.
The daisy with its half-clos'd eye of grief --b. COWPER – The Task. Bk. VI.
Prophets of fragrance, beauty, joy, and song! Line 241.
EBENEZER ELLIOTT - The Village
Preacher. Bk. III. Pt. VIII. Who loves a garden, loves a greenhouse too. C. CowPER-- The Task. Bk. III.
Why does the rose her grateful fragrance
And yellow cowslips paint the smiling field? Which even a babe may understand.
0. Gay-- Panthea. Line 69. d. BISHOP CoxE-- The Singing of Birds.
Hare-bells, and daisies, sunny eyed, And all the meadows, wide unrolled,
And cowslip, child of April weather; Were green and silver, green and gold,
King-cups and crocuses, that fling Where buttercups and daisies spun
A golden glimmer o'er the meadows; Their shining tissues in the sun.
And lilies, o'er the glassy spring, . JULIA C. R. DORR-- Unanswered.
That bend to view their own white shadows.
p. German Tradition. I know a spot where the wild vines creep, And the coral moss-cups grow,
i Aromatic plants bestow And where at the foot of the rocky steep,
No spicy fragrance while they grow, The sweet blue violets blow.
But crush'd or trodden to the ground, f. JULIA C. R. DORR- Over the Wall. Diffuse their balmy sweets around.
9. GOLDSMITH ---The Captivity. Act I. Often I linger where the roses pour
Sc. 1. Exquisite odors from each glowing cup; Or where the violet, brimmed with sweetness
The strawbell and the columbine o'er,
Their buff and crimson flowers entwine. Lifts its small chalice up.
1. DORA READ GOODALE---Spring
Scatters Far and Wide. g. JULIA C. R. DORR -- Without and
There purple pansies, quaint and low, Plant a white rose at my feet,
Forget-me-nots and violets grow, Or a lily fair and sweet,
Or stately lilies shine. With the humble mignonette
S. ELAINE GOODALE--Thistles and Roses. And the blue-eyed violet. R. JULIA Č. R. DORR-- Earth to Earth “Farewell, my flowers," I said,
The sweet Rose as I passed The harebells nod as she passes by,
Blushed to its core, it's last The violet lifts its calm blue eye,
Warm tear the Lily shed, The ferns bend lowly her steps to greet,
The Violet hid its head And the mosses creep to her dancing feet.
Among its leaves, and sighed. i. JULIA C. R. DORR--Over the Wall.
t. DORA GREENWELL--One Flower. Up from the gardens floated the perfume Of roses and myrtle, in their perfect bloom.
The lilies white prolonged j. JULIA C. R. DORR-Vashti's Scroll.
Their sworded tongue to the smell;
The clustering anemones
Their pretty secrets tell.
The sweet narcissus closed k. JULLA C. R. DORR-- Without and
Its eye, with passion pressed;
Moles in their scarlet breast.
They speak of hope to the fainting heart, decay,
With a voice of promise they come and part, And white snow in minutes melts away.
They sleep in dust through'the wintry hours, b. DRYDEN--Trans. from Theocritus.
They break forth in glory-bring towers,
The daisy is fair, the day-lily rare,
Gentle cousin of the forest green, The bud o' the rose as sweet as it's bonnie. Married to green in all the sweetest flowersa. Hoog--Auld Joe Nicolson's Bonnie Forget-me-not,--the blue bell,--and, that
queen What are the flowers of Scotland,
Of secrecy, the violet. All others that excel ?
k. KEATS- Answer to a Sonnet by J. H. The lovely flowers of Scotland,
Reynolds. All others that excel! The thistle's purple bonnet,
Primroses by shelter'd rills And bonny heather-bell,
And daisies on the aguish hills. O they're the flowers of Scotland
I. KEATS -- The Eve of St. Mark. All others that excel! 0. Hoog- The Flower of Scotland.
Roses, and pinks, and violets, to adorn
The shrine of Flora in her early May. Yellow japanned buttercups and star m. KEATS-- Dedication to Leigh Hunt, Esq. disked dandelions * * * * lying in the grass, like sparks that have leaped from the
Sequester'd leafy glades, kindling sun of summer.
That through the dimness of their twilight C. HOLMES-- The Professor at the
show Breakfast-Table. Ch. X. Large dock-leaves, spiral foxgloves, or the I remember, I remember
glow The roses --red and white;
Of the wild cat's-eyes, or the silvery stems
Of delicate birch trees.
n. KEATS--Calidore. The lilacs where the robin built,
Sometimes And where my brother set
A scent of violets, and blossoming limes, The laburnum on his birthday,-
Loiter'd around us. The tree is living yet.
0. KEATS-- Endymion. Bk. I. Line 674. d. HooD-I Remember, 1 Remember. Plant in his walks the purple violet,
The lily and the musk-rose sighing, And meadow-sweet under the hedges set,
Are emblems true of hapless lovers dying. To niingle breaths with dainty eglantine
p. KEATS--Epistle to George Felton And honeysuckles sweet.
Mathew e HOOD-- The Plea of the Midsummer
Blendeth its odor with the violet,'Tis but a little faded flower
Solution sweet. But Oh how fondly dear.
9. KEATS—The Eve of St. Agnes. St. 36. f. ELLEN C. HOWARTH. At the roots
The rose leaves herself upon the brier, Of peony bushes lay in rose-red heaps
For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed. Or snowy, fallen bloom
r KEATS— On Fame. . JEAN INGELOW-Songs with Preludes.
Wedlock. Thou shalt at one glance, behold I have brought a budding world.
The daisy and the marigold;
White-plumed lilies, and the first
Hedge-grown primrose that hath burst.
S. KEATS- Fancy. h. JEAN INGELOW-- The Letter L. Absent.
Underneath large blue-bells tinted,
Above his head Where the daisies are rose-scented,
White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Shading its Ethiop berries.
Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves. i. KEATS— Endymion. Bk. II.
U. KEATS-Ode to a Nightingale. And 0 and 0,
Young playmates of the rose and daffodil, The daisies blow,
Be careful, ere ye enter in, to fill And the primroses are awaken'd;
Your baskets high And the violets white
With fennel green, and balm, and golden Let in silver light,
pines, And the green buds are long in the spike | Savory latter-mint and columbines. end.
v. KEATS - Endymion. Bk, IV. j. KEATS-In a letter to Haydon.
He bore a simple wild-flower wreath:
1. THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK- Ehododaphne.
The foxglove, with its stately bells
i MOIR- The Birth of the Flowers.
In Eastern lands they talk in flowers,
cares; Each blossom that blooms in their garden
bowers, On its leaves a mystic language bears.
S. PERCIVAL- The Language of Flowers.