|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Id be a butterfly, born in a bower,|
Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
Thomas Haynes BaylyId be a Butterfly.
|Gray sail against the sky,|
Have you a dream for going
Or are you only the blind winds blowing?
Dana BurnetA Sail at Twilight.
|With the rose the butterflys deep in love,|
A thousand times hovering round;
But round himself, all tender like gold,
The suns sweet ray is hovering found.
HeineBook of Songs. New Spring. No. 7.
|Far out at sea,the sun was high,|
While veerd the wind and flapped the sail,
We saw a snow-white butterfly
Dancing before the fitful gale,
Far out at sea.
Richard Hengist HorneGenius.
|The gold-barrd butterflies to and fro|
And over the waterside wanderd and wove
As heedless and idle as clouds that rove
And drift by the peaks of perpetual snow.
Joaquin MillerSongs of the Sun-Lands. Isles of the Amazons. Pt. III. St. 41.
|And many an ante-natal tomb|
Where butterflies dream of the life to come.
|Much converse do I find in thee,|
Historian of my infancy!
Float near me; do not yet depart!
Dead times revive in thee:
Thou bringst, gay creature as thou art!
A solemn image to my heart.
WordsworthTo a Butterfly.