My garden is a lovesome thingGod wot! Rose plot, Fringed pool, Fern grot The veriest school Of peace; and yet the fool Contends that God is not. Not God in gardens! When the sun is cool? Nay, but I have a sign! Tis very sure God walks in mine. Thos. Edward BrownMy Garden.
I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down the patterned garden-paths In my stiff, brocaded gown. With my powdered hair, and jewelled fan, I too am a rare Pattern. As I wander down The garden paths. Amy LowellPatterns.
Grove nods at grove, each alley has a brother, And half the platform just reflects the other. The suffring eye inverted nature sees, Trees cut in statues, statues thick as trees; With here a fountain never to be playd, And there a summer-house that knows no shade. PopeMoral Essays. Ep. IV. L. 117.
The splash and stir Of fountains spouted up and showering down In meshes of the jasmine and the rose: And all about us peald the nightingale, Rapt in her song, and careless of the snare. TennysonPrincess. Pt. I. L. 214.
A little garden Little Jowett made, And fenced it with a little palisade; If you would know the mind of little Jowett, This little garden dont a little show it. Francis WranghamEpigram on Dr. Joseph Jowett. Familiarly known as Jowetts little garden. Claimed for William Lort Mansel and Mr. Horry.