C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Ivy

Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green,
That creepeth o’er ruins old!
Of right choice food are his meals I ween,
In his cell so lone, and cold.
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Creeping where no life is seen,
A rare old plant is the ivy green.

Dickens.

For ivy climbs the crumbling hall
To decorate decay.

Bailey.

Oh! how could fancy crown with thee,
In ancient days, the God of Wine,
And bid thee at the banquet be
Companion of the vine?
Ivy! thy home is where each sound
Or revelry hath long been o’er;
Where song and beaker once went round,
But now are known no more.

Mrs. Hemans.

Come, ye cold winds, at January’s call, On whistling: wings, and with white flakes bestrew The earth.

Ruskin.

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