And the Naiad-like lily of the vale,
Whom youth makes so fair and passion so pale,
That the light of its tremulous bells is seen,
Through their pavilions of tender green.
The Sensitive Plant. P.B. SHELLEY.
A pure, cool lily, bending
Near the rose all flushed and warm.
Guonare. E.L. SPROAT.
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you,
love, remember:—and there is pansies, that's for thoughts.
Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 5. SHAKESPEARE.
Of all the bonny buds that blow
In bright or cloudy weather,
Of all the flowers that come and go
The whole twelve moons together,
The little purple pansy brings
Thoughts of the sweetest, saddest things.
Heart's Ease. M.E. BRADLEY.
I send thee pansies while the year is young,
Yellow as sunshine, purple as the night:
Flowers of remembrance, ever fondly sung
By all the chiefest of the Sons of Light;
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Take all the sweetness of a gift unsought,
And for the pansies send me back a thought.
Pansies. S. DOWDNEY.
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine.
Midsummer Night's Dream, Act ii. Sc. 1.. SHAKESPEARE.
Or o'er the sculptures, quaint and rude,
That grace my gloomy solitude,
I teach in winding wreaths to stray
Fantastic ivy's gadding spray.
Retirement. T. WARTON.