floral imagery Quotes

The poppies hung Dew-dabbled on their stalks.

From the sprinkled isles, Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.

I never see that prettiest thing- A cherry bough gone white with Spring- But what I think, "How gay 'twould be To hang me from a flowering tree.

Decoration Day is the most beautiful of our national holidays.... The grim cannon have turned into palm branches, and the shell and shrapnel into peach blossoms.

his thumbs ran over my cheeks. Our foreheads touched. My dreamscape scorched. He set fire to the poppies

The violets prattle and titter, And gaze on the stars high above.

I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.

Oh to be a pear tree – any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world!

Cover me with soft earth, and let each handful be mixed With seeds ofjasmine, lilies, and myrtle; and when they Grow above me and thrive on my body's element they will Breathe the fragrance of my heart into space.

Her lips are roses over-washed with dew, Or like the purple of Narcissus' flower; No frost their fair, no wind doth waste their power, But by her breath her beauties to renew.

Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.

And if you are a rose, I am rose-shadow.

The music I'm making is like an explosion of love. It moves away from super dark, its more romanticized and floral, but still quite black.

O lovely lily clean, O lily springing green, O lily bursting white, Dear lily of delight, Spring in my heart agen That I may flower to men.

Such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn.

Lawn as white as driven snow; Cyprus black as e'er was crow; Gloves as sweet as damask roses.

With its leaves so rich and heavy with elation and its crimson face made brighter with visions of divinity the shadow of a certain rose looks just like an angel eating light.

O flower-de-luce, bloom on, and let the river Linger to kiss thy feet! O flower of song, bloom on, and make forever The world more fair and sweet.

It is with roses and locomotives (not to mention acrobats Spring electricity Coney Island the 4th of July the eyes of mice and Niagara Falls) that my poems are competing.

The groom is like a flower of gold. When he walks, blossoms at his feet unfold.

And shade the violets, That they may bind the moss in leafy nets.