Marigolds

"Her eyes, like marigolds, had sheath’d their light, And canopied in darkness sweetly lay, Till they might open to adorn the day."

"And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes."

"Here's flowers for you: Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram: The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, And with him rises weeping."

"Mary-golds, on death beds blowing,"

"[T]he Bay, the Marigold’s darling,"

"The Sun doth make the marigold to flourish, The Sun’s departure makes it droop again; So golden Mary’s sight my joys do nourish, But by their absence all my joys are slain. The Sun the marigold makes live and die, By her the Sun shines brighter, so may I. Her smiles do grace the Sun, and light the air, Revive my heart, and clear the cloudy sky; Her frowns the air make dark, the sun to lower, The marigold to close, my heart to die. By her the sun, the flower, the air, and I, Shine and darken, spread, and close, live and die. You are the Sun, you are the golden Mary, Passing the sun in brightness, gold in power: I am the flower whom you do make to vary; Flourish when you smile, droop when you do lower. Oh let this heart of gold, sun, and flower, Still live, shine, and spring in your heart’s bower."

"Let who will praise and behold The reservèd Marigold;"

"So shuts the marigold her leaves At the departure of the sun;"

"The Marigold observes the Sun More than my subjects me have done."

"This Mary-gold here doth shew Mary worth gold lies here below; Cut down by death, ye fair'st gilt flour Flourish and fade doth in an hour. The Mary-gold in sunshine spread When cloudie clos'd doth bow the head, This orient plant retains its guise With splendid Sol to set and rise— Ev'n so this Virgin Mary Rose, In life soon nipt, in death fresh grows."

"What flower is that which bears the Virgin's name, The richest metal joinèd to the same."

"Good is ye leaf, so is ye sed, To gryndyn and drynky at gret ned, It wyll be dronky wt whey or wt ale Or wt good reed wyn yat be stale; Alle manner veny will it abate In manys body early and late."

"The seeds of Calendula, Marygold, bend up like a hairy caterpillar, with their prickles bridling outwards, and may thus deter some birds or insects from preying upon them."

"Our hair with marygolds was wound,"

"The marigold was burning in the marsh Like a thing dipt in sunset, ..."

"[[Delight|[D]elight]] That is as wide-eyed as a marigold."

"Mistress Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells, And marigolds all in a row."

"The leafy, sun-warmed countryside of the Ukraine sped past. At the foot of every signal box, the ground was yellow with marigolds. You could smell them even in the train."

"These flowers stink as bad, or worse, than the French Marygolds. . . ."

"The marigold, whose courtier's face Echoes the sun, and doth unlace Her at his rise, at his full stop Packs and shuts up her gaudy shop."

"The marigold abroad her leaves doth spread, Because the sun's and her power is the same."

"The Marigold the leaues abroad doth spred, Because the sunnes, and her power is the same:"

"No marigolds yet closed are, No shadows great appeare."

"Open afresh your round of starry folds, Ye ardent marigolds! Dry up the moisture from your golden lips."

"The sun-observing marigold."

"Nor shall the marigold unmentioned die, Which Acis once found out in Sicily; She Phoebus loves, and from him draws his hue, And ever keeps his golden beams in view."

"When with a serious musing I behold The graceful and obsequious marigold, How duly every morning she displays Her open breast, when Titan spreads his rays."