The old order changeth, yielding place to new;
And God fulfils himself in many ways,
Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
CYPRESS
Cupressus
Dark tree! still sad when other's grief is fled,
The only constant mourner o'er the dead.
D
DAFFODIL
Narcissus Pseudo-Narcissus
The daffodil is our doorside queen;
She pushes upward the sword already,
To spot with sunshine the early green.
Bryant—An Invitation to the Country.
What ye have been ye still shall be
When we are dust the dust among,
O yellow flowers!
Austin Dobson—To Daffodils.
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| text = <poem>Fair daffadUs, we weep to see
You haste away so soone;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attained its noone.
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We have short time to stay as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay
As you or anything.
- Herrick- Daffodils
- Herrick- Daffodils
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Hanging down his head t'wards me,
Guesse I may, what I must be:
First, I shall decline my head;
Secondly, I shall be dead:
Lastly, safely buryed.
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| work = Hesperides. Divination by a Daffadill.
"O fateful flower beside the rill—
The Daffodil, the daffodil!"
Jean Ingelow—Persephone. St. 16.
It is daffodil time, so the robins all cry,
For the sun's a big daffodil up in the sky,
And when down the midnight the owl calls
"to-whoo"!
Why, then the round moon is a daffodil too;
Now sheer to the bough-tops the sap starts to climb,
So, merry my masters, it's daffodil time.
Clinton Scollard—Daffodil Time.
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| text = <poem>Daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty.
Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 118.
When the face of night is fair in the dewy downs
And the shining daffodil dies.
| author = Tennyson
| work = Maud. Pt. III. St. 1.
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| text = <poem>O Love-star of the unbeloved March,
When cold and shrill,
Forth flows beneath a low, dim-lighted arch
The wind that beats sharp crag and barren hill,
And keeps unfilmed the lately torpid rill!
Aubrey De Vere—Ode to the Daffodil.
Daffy-down-dilly came up in the cold,
Through the brown mould
Although the March breeze blew keen on her face,
Although the white snow lay in many a place.
Anna Warner—Daffy-Down-Dilly.
There is a tiny yellow daffodil,
The butterfly can see it from afar,
Although one summer evening's dew could fill
Its little cup twice over, ere the star
Had called the lazy shepherd to his fold,
And be no prodigal.
| author = Oscar Wilde
| work = The Burden of Stys.
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
| author = Wordsworth
| work = I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud.
DAISY
Bellis
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| text = <poem>And a breastplate made of daisies,
Closely fitting, leaf on leaf,
Periwinkles interlaced
Drawn for belt about the waist;
While the brown bees, humming praises,
Shot their arrows round the chief.
The daisy's for simplicity and unaffected air.
Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate,
That fate is thine—no distant date;
Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, elate,
Full on thy bloom,
Till crushed beneath the furrow's weight
Shall be thy doom!
Burns—To a Mountain Daisy.
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| text = <poem>Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune
I saw the white daisies go down to the sea,
A host in the sunshine, an army in June,
The people God sends us to set our heart free.
Bliss Carman—Daisies.
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| text = <poem>You may wear your virtues as a crown,
As you walk through life serenely,
And grace your simple rustic gown
With a beauty more than queenly.
Though only one for you shall care,
One only speak your praises;
And you never wear in your shining hair,
A richer flower than daisies.
