|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Lotus (Zizyphus Lotus)|
|Where drooping lotos-flowers, distilling balm,|
Dream by the drowsy streamlets sleep hath crownd,
While Care forgets to sigh, and Peace hath balsamed Pain.
Paul H. HayneSonnet. Pent in this Common Sphere.
|The lotus flower is troubled|
At the suns resplendent light;
With sunken head and sadly
She dreamily waits for the night.
HeineBook of Songs. Lyrical Interlude. No. 10.
|Lotos, the name; divine, nectareous juice!|
HomerOdyssey. Bk. IX. L. 106. Popes trans.
|Stone lotus cups, with petals dipped in sand.|
Jean IngelowGladys and her Island. L. 460.
|Oh! what are the brightest that eer have blown|
To the lote-tree, springing by Allas throne,
Whose flowers have a soul in every leaf.
MooreLalla Rookh. Paradise and the Peri.
|They wove the lotus band to deck|
And fan with pensile wreath their neck.
MooreOdes of Anacreon. Ode LXX.
|A spring there is, whose silver waters show|
Clear as a glass the shining sands below:
A flowering lotos spreads its arms above,
Shades all the banks, and seems itself a grove.
PopeSappho to Phaon. L. 177.
|The lotos bowed above the tide and dreamed.|
Margaret J. PrestonRhodopes Sandal.
|The Lotos blooms below the barren peak:|
The Lotos blooms by every winding creek:
All day the wind breathes low with mellower tone:
Thro every hollow cave and alley lone,
Round and round the spicy downs the yellow Lotos-dust is blown.
TennysonThe Lotos-Eaters. Choric Song. St. 8.
|In that dusk land of mystic dream|
Where dark Osiris sprung,
It bloomed beside his sacred stream
While yet the world was young;
And every secret Nature told,
Of golden wisdoms power,
Is nestled still in every fold,
Within the Lotos flower.
Wm. WinterA Lotos Flower.