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| Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyt’s New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922. |
| Garden |
| God Almighty first planted a garden. Bacon—Of Gardens. | 1 |
| My garden is a lovesome thing—God 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 Brown—My Garden. | 2 |
| God the first garden made, and the first city Cain. Abraham Cowley—The Garden. Essay V. | 3 |
| My garden is a forest ledge Which older forests bound; The banks slope down to the blue lake-edge, Then plunge to depths profound! Emerson—My Garden. St. 3. | 4 |
| One is nearer God’s heart in a garden Than anywhere else on earth. Dorothy Frances Gurney—God’s Garden. | 5 |
| An album is a garden, not for show Planted, but use; where wholesome herbs should grow. Lamb—In an Album to a Clergyman’s Lady. | 6 |
| 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 Lowell—Patterns. | 7 |
| And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure. Milton—Il Pensoroso. L. 49. | 8 |
| Grove nods at grove, each alley has a brother, And half the platform just reflects the other. The suff’ring eye inverted nature sees, Trees cut in statues, statues thick as trees; With here a fountain never to be play’d, And there a summer-house that knows no shade. Pope—Moral Essays. Ep. IV. L. 117. | 9 |
| A little garden square and wall’d; And in it throve an ancient evergreen, A yew-tree, and all round it ran a walk Of shingle, and a walk divided it. Tennyson—Enoch Arden. L. 731. | 10 |
| The garden lies, A league of grass, wash’d by a slow broad stream. Tennyson—Gardener’s Daughter. L. 40. | 11 |
| Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown. Tennyson—Maud. XXII. 1. | 12 |
| The splash and stir Of fountains spouted up and showering down In meshes of the jasmine and the rose: And all about us peal’d the nightingale, Rapt in her song, and careless of the snare. Tennyson—Princess. Pt. I. L. 214. | 13 |
| 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 don’t a little show it. Francis Wrangham—Epigram on Dr. Joseph Jowett. Familiarly known as “Jowett’s little garden.” Claimed for William Lort Mansel and Mr. Horry. | 14 |
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