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"When daisies pied and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo! Cuckoo, cuckoo!—O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!"

"The entire way from Pila to Bhakra I came down a riverbed that had some running water and oleander flowers like peach blossoms, very colorful and in full bloom. In the land of Hindustan this flower is always in bloom. There were many of them on both sides of the riverbed. To those riding and walking with me an order was given to put bouquets of these flowers in their turbans, and anyone who did not have a flower on his head would have his turban taken off. An amazing field of flowers was thus made!"

"Hot oleanders in a rosy vale Search’d by the lamping fly, whose little spark Went in and out, like passion’s bashful hope."

"You are a dainty violet, Yet wither’d ere you can be set Within the virgin’s coronet."

"Welcome, maids of honour! You do bring In the spring, And wait upon her.She has virgins many, Fresh and fair; Yet you are More sweet than any.You’re the maiden posies, And so graced To be placed ’Fore damask roses.Yet, though thus respected, By-and-by Ye do lie, Poor girls, neglected."

"Our hair with marygolds was wound,"

"Let the sweet-breath’d Violet now Unto whom she pleaseth bow;"

"While all about, a meadowy ground was seen, Of violets mingling with the parsley green:"

"You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own; What are you when the rose is blown?"

"First the Primrose courts his eyes, Then the Cowslip he espies; Next the Pansy seems to woo him, Then Carnations bow unto him; Which whilst that enamour’d swain From the stalk intends to strain, (As half-fearing to be seen) Prettily her leaves between Peeps the Violet, pale to see That her virtues slighted be; Which so much his liking wins That to seize her he begins."

"Now strength and newer purple get, Each here declining violet;"

"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."

"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."

"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."

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

"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."

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

"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."

"Solemne Violets hanging head as shamed,"

"King Henry (disguised): I think the king is but a man, as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me: ..."

"The forward violet thus did I chide:— Sweet thief, whence did thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love’s breath?"

"Violets pluck’d, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again."

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

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

"Mary-golds, on death beds blowing,"

"[T]he Bay, the Marigold’s darling,"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"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 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."

"Lay her in lillies and in violets,"

"Vpon her head a Cremosin coronet, With Damaske roses and Dafadillies set: Bayleaues betweene, And Primroses greene Embellish the sweete Violet."

"[T]he Violet pallid blew,"

"Duchess of York: Welcome, my son: who are the violets now That strew the green lap of the new come spring?Duke of Aumerle: Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not: God knows I had as lief be none as one.Duke of York: Well, bear you well in this new spring of time, Lest you be cropp'd before you come to prime."

"These blue-vein’d violets whereon we lean Never can blab, nor know not what we mean."

"I need not tell thee of the lily white, ... Nor of thy paps where Love himself doth dwell, Which like two hills of violets appear."

"When I behold the violet past prime,"

"A single violet transplant, The strength, the colour, and the size— All which before was poor and scant— Redoubles still, and multiplies."

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

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

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

"The propre vyolet;"