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And a breastplate made of daisies, Closely fitting, leaf on leaf, Periwinkles interlaced Drawn for belt about the waist; While the brown bees, humming praises, Shot their arrows round the chief. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Hector in the Garden Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. - Robert Burns The daisy's for simplicity and unaffected air. - Robert Burns, O Luve Will Venture In Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate, That fate is thine--no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, elate, Full on thy bloom, Till crushed beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom! - Robert Burns, To a Mountain Daisy Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune I saw the white daisies go down to the sea, A host in the sunshine, an army in June, The people God sends us to set our heart free. - William Bliss Carman, Daisies You may wear your virtues as a crown, As you walk through life serenely, And grace your simple rustic gown With a beauty more than queenly. Though only one for you shall care, One only speak your praises; And you never wear in your shining hair, A richer flower than daisies. - Phoebe Cary, The Fortune in the Daisy Yun daisyd mantels ys the mountayne dyghte. - Thomas Chatterton, Rowley Poems--Aella Of all the floures in the mede, Than love I most these floures white and rede, Soch that men callen daisies in our toun. - Geoffrey Chaucer That well by reason men it call may The daisie, or els the eye of the day, The emprise, and floure of floures all. - Geoffrey Chaucer That men by reason will it calle may The daisie or elles the eye of day The emperice, and floure of floures alle. - Geoffrey Chaucer, The Legend of Good Women (l. 184) That of all the floures in the mede, Thanne love I most these floures white and rede, Suche as men callen daysyes in her toune. - Geoffrey Chaucer, The Legend of Good Women (l. 41) Daisies infinite Uplift in praise their little growing hands, O'er every hill that under heaven expands. - Ebenezer Elliott ("The Corn Law Rhymer"), Miscellaneous Poems--Spring (l. 13) Not worlds on worlds, in phalanx deep, Need we to prove a God is here; The daisy, fresh from nature's sleep, Tells of His hand in lines as clear. - John Mason Good, found in the "Naturalist's Poetical Companion" by Rev. Edward Wilson And daisy-stars, whose firmament is green. - Thomas Hood, Plea of the Midsummer Fairies (36) Stoop where thou wilt, thy careless hand Some random bud will meet; Thou canst not tread, but thou wilt find The daisy at thy feet. - Thomas Hood, Song All summer she scattered the daisy leaves; They only mocked her as they fell. She said: "The daisy but deceives; 'He loves me not,' 'he loves me will,' One story no two daisies tell." Ah foolish heart, which waits and grieves Under the daisy's mocking spell. - Helen Hunt Jackson (Helen Hunt), The Sign of the Daisy Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he call'd the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars that on earth's firmament do shine. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Flowers (st. 1) Stars are the daisies that begem The blue fields of the sky, Beheld by all, and everywhere, Bright prototypes on high. - David Macbeth Moir (known as Delta), The Daisy (st. 5), Dublin University Magazine There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky. - James Montgomery, A Field Flower The Rose has but a Summer reign, The daisy never dies. - James Montgomery, The Daisy--On Finding One in Bloom on Christmas Day Myriads of daisies have shown forth in flower Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour Have passed away; less happy than the one That, by the unrolling ploughshare, died to prove The tender charm of poetry and love. - William Wordsworth Bright flowers, whose home is everywhere Bold in maternal nature's care And all the long year through the heir Of joy and sorrow, Methinks that there abides in thee Some concord with humanity, Given to no other flower I see The forest through. - William Wordsworth, To the Daisy The poet's darling. - William Wordsworth, To the Daisy We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted. - William Wordsworth, To the Daisy Thou unassuming Commonplace Of Nature. - William Wordsworth, To the Same Flower
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