I pray, what flowers are these?
The pansy this,
O, that's for lover's thoughts.
I send thee pansies while the year is young,
Yellow as sunshine, purple as the night;
Flowers of remembrance, ever fondly sung
By all the chiefest of the Sons of Light;
And if in recollection lives regret
For wasted days and dreams that were not
true,
I tell thee that the "pansy freak'd with jet"
Is still the heart's ease that the poets knew
Take all the sweetness of a gift unsought,
And for the pansies send me back a thought.
Sarah Dowdney—Pansies.
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| text = <poem>The delicate thought, that cannot find expression,
For ruder speech too fair,
That, like thy petals, trembles in possession,
And scatters on the air.
Bret Harte—The Mountain Heart's Ease.
Heart's ease! one could look for half a day
Upon this flower, and shape in fancy out
Full twenty different tales of love and sorrow,
That gave this gentle name.
Mart Howrrr—Heart's Ease.
They are all in the lily-bed, cuddled close together—
Purple, Yellow-cap, and little Baby-blue;
How they ever got there you must ask the April
weather.
The morning and the evening winds, the sunshine and the dew.
Nellie M. Hutchinson—Vagrant Pansies.
The pansy freaked with jet.
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| work = Lycidas. L. 144.
The beauteous pansies rise
In purple, gold, and blue,
With tints of rainbow hue
Mocking the sunset skies.
Thomas J. Ouseley—The Angel of the FlowPray, love, remember: and there is pansies,
that's for thoughts.
Hamlet. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 176.
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| text = <poem>The bolt of Cupid fell:
upon a little western flower,
Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound,
And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Midsummer Night's Dream. Act II. Sc. 1.
L. 165.
Heart's ease or pansy, pleasure or thought,
Which would the picture give us of these?
Surely the heart that conceived it sought
Heart's ease.
Swinburne—A Flower Piece by Fanten.
Pansies in soft April rains
Fill their stalks with honeyed sap
Drawn from Earth's prolific lap.
Bayard Taylor—Home and Travel. Ariel in
the Cloven Pine. L. 37.
Darker than darkest pansies.
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| work = Gardener's Daughter.
PARADISE
In the nine heavens are eight Paradises;
Where is the ninth one? In the human breast.
Only the blessed dwell in th' Paradises,
But blessedness dwells in the human breast.
Wm. R. Alger—Oriental Poetry. The Ninth
Paradise.
Or were I in the wildest waste,
Sae bleak and bare, sae bleak and bare,
The desert were a paradise
If thou wert there, if thou wert there.
Burns—Oh! Wert Thou in the Cold Blast.
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| text = <poem>In this fool's paradise, he drank delight.
Crabbe—The Borough Players. Letter XII.
Nor count compartments of the floors,
But mount to paradise
By the stairway of surprise.
Emerson—Merlin.
Unto you is paradise opened.
IIEsdras. VIII. 52.
The meanest floweret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the air, the skies,
To him are open paradise.
Gray—Ode on the Pleasure Arising from. VicisL. 53.
Dry your eyes—O dry your eyes,
For I was taught in Paradise
To ease my breast of melodies.
Keats—Fairy Song.
Mahomet was taking his afternoon nap in his
Paradise. An houri had rolled a cloud under his
head, and he was snoring serenely near the fountain of Salsabil.
Ernest L'Epine—Croquemitaine. Bk. H,
Ch. IX. Hood's trans.
A limbo large and broad, since call'd
The Paradise of Fools to few unknown.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. III. L. 495.
So on he fares, and to the border comes,
Of Eden, where delicious Paradise,
Now nearer, crowns with her enclosure green,
As with a rural mound, the champain head
Of a steep wilderness.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. IV. L. 131.
One morn a Peri at the gate
Of Eden stood disconsolate.
Moore—Lalla Rookh. Paradise and the Peri.
