From The Rape Of Lucrece , by William Shakespeare
Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under,
Cozen...
Daisy Poems
To the Daisy, by William Wordsworth
"Her divine skill taught me this,
That from e...
To the Daisy II, by William Wordsworth
Bright Flower! Whose home is everywhere,
Bold...
To the Daisy (IV), by William Wordsworth
Sweet Flower! Belike one day to have
A place u...
Circumstance, by Alfred Tennyson
Two children in two neighbour villages
Playing...
The Gardener's Daughter; or, the Pictures, by Alfred Tennyson
This morning is the morning of the day,
When ...
The Two Voices, by Alfred Tennyson
A still small voice spake unto me,
"Thou art ...
From a College Window, by D. H. Lawrence
THE glimmer of the limes, sun-heavy, sleeping...
The Daisy Follows Soft the Sun, by Emily Dickinson
The daisy follows soft the sun,
And when his ...
A Roxbury Garden, by Amy Lowell
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes,
Criss-cross s...
To the Daisy, by William Wordsworth
"Her divine skill taught me this,
That from e...
To the Daisy II, by William Wordsworth
Bright Flower! Whose home is everywhere,
Bold...
To the Daisy (IV), by William Wordsworth
Sweet Flower! Belike one day to have
A place u...
The Dandelion, by Alice Williams Brotherton
The dandelion disks of gold
Like mimic suns th...
A Baby Brook, by Caroline Spencer
"Tinkle-te-tinkle, " it said, close to the pat...
The Magdalen, by Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene
My beautiful lilies down under the snow,
Hast...
Midsummer Morn, by Clara Marcelle Farrar Greene
A wondrous blue of summer sky,
A dream of fai...
Living: After a Death, by Dinah Craik
LIVE!
(Thus seems it we should say to our belo...
Nameless, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes
She came, a spirit fresh from God.
This tiny ...
Weeds, by Edna St. Vincent Millay
White with daisies and red with sorrel
And emp...
An Arizona Cactus, by Edward Robeson Taylor
The burning sun has scorched the rainless groun...
Over the Graves, by Eliza O. Peirson
Ermine robes of the winter's weaving
Jeweled a...
Daisy, by George Houghton
I gave my little girl back to the daisies,
Fr...
To a Field Daisy, by Harriet Maxwell Converse
Thou bright "e'e of daie" that is opening to th...
Spring-Time, by Mary Dow Brine
It means a glad up-springing of all things swee...