|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|I like not lady-slippers,|
Nor yet the sweet-pea blossoms,
Nor yet the flaky roses,
Red or white as snow;
I like the chaliced lilies,
The heavy Eastern lilies,
The gorgeous tiger-lilies,
That in our garden grow.
T. B. AldrichTiger Lilies. St. 1.
| And lilies are still lilies, pulled|
By smutty hands, though spotted from their white.
E. B. BrowningAurora Leigh. Bk. III.
|* * * Purple lilies Dante blew|
To a larger bubble with his prophet breath.
E. B. BrowningAurora Leigh. Bk. VII.
|And lilies white, prepared to touch|
The whitest thought, nor soil it much,
Of dreamer turned to lover.
E. B. BrowningA Flower in a Letter.
| Very whitely still|
The lilies of our lives may reassure
Their blossoms from their roots, accessible
Alone to heavenly dews that drop not fewer;
Growing straight out of mans reach, on the hill.
God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.
E. B. BrowningSonnets from the Portuguese. XXIV.
|I wish I were the lilys leaf|
To fade upon that bosom warm,
Content to wither, pale and brief,
The trophy of thy paler form.
|And the stately lilies stand|
Fair in the silvery light,
Like saintly vestals, pale in prayer;
Their pure breath sanctifies the air,
As its fragrance fills the night.
Julia C. R. DorrA Red Rose.
|Yet, the great ocean hath no tone of power|
Mightier to reach the soul, in thoughts hushed hour,
Than yours, ye Lilies! chosen thus and graced!
Mrs. HemansSonnet. The Lilies of the Field.
|The lily is all in white, like a saint,|
And so is no mate for me.
|We are Lilies fair,|
The flower of virgin light;
Nature held us forth, and said,
Lo! my thoughts of white.
Leigh HuntSongs and Chorus of the Flowers. Lilies.
|O lovely lily clean,|
O lily springing green,
O lily bursting white,
Dear lily of delight,
Spring in my heart agen
That I may flower to men.
MasefieldEverlasting Mercy. Last St.
| Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin.|
Matthew. VI. 28.
|Look to the lilies how they grow!|
Twas thus the Saviour said, that we,
Even in the simplest flowers that blow,
Gods ever-watchful care might see.
|For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.|
PopePastorals. Autumn. L. 26.
|Gracious as sunshine, sweet as dew|
Shut in a lilys golden core.
Margaret J. PrestonAgnes.
| Is not this lily pure?|
What fuller can procure
A white so perfect, spotless clear
As in this flower doth appear?
QuarlesThe School of the Heart. Ode XXX. St. 4.
|How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily.|
Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 15.
| Like the lily,|
That once was mistress of the field and flourishd,
Ill hang my head and perish.
Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 151.
|And the wand-like lily which lifted up,|
As a Mænad, its moonlight-coloured cup,
Till the fiery star, which is its eye,
Gazed through clear dew on the tender sky.
ShelleyThe Sensitive Plant. Pt. I.
|Thou wert not, Solomon! in all thy glory|
Arrayd, the lilies cry, in robes like ours;
How vain your grandeur! Ah, how transitory
Are human flowers!
Horace SmithHymn to the Flowers. St. 10.
|But who will watch my lilies,|
When their blossoms open white?
By day the sun shall be sentry,
And the moon and the stars by night!
Bayard TaylorThe Poets Journal. The Garden of Roses. St. 14.
|But lilies, stolen from grassy mold,|
No more curlèd state unfold,
Translated to a vase of gold;
In burning throne though they keep still
Serenities unthawed and chill.
Francis ThompsonGilded Gold. St. 1.
|Yet in that bulb, those sapless scales,|
The lily wraps her silver vest,
Till vernal suns and vernal gales
Shall kiss once more her fragrant breast.
Mary TigheThe Lily.