|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|Thou lifts thy unassuming head|
In humble guise;
But now the share uptears thy bed,
And low thou lies.
Burns.To a Mountain Daisy, Verse 5.
|Like a fair flower by the keen share oppressd.|
Drydens Virgil.The Æneid, Book IX. Line 435.
|A purple flower cut down by the plough.|
Davidson.The Æneid, sup.
|Wee modest crimson-tipped flower,|
Thous met me in an evil hour;
For I maun crush amang the stour
Thy slender stem;
To spare thee now is past my power
Thou bonnie gem!
Burns.To a Mountain Daisy, Verse 1.
|There is Mosgiel farm; and thats the very field where Burns ploughed up the daisy.|
Wordsworth.Vol. V. Page 243. [Burns seems to have had the passage from Virgil in his mind when he painted the mountain Daisy.]