I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high over vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay,
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
- William Wordsworth
flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men or animals. Some seem to smile, some have a sad expression, some are pensive and diffident, others again are plain, honest and upright, like the broad-faced sunflower and the hollyhock.
- Henry Ward Beecher
flowers are the sweetest things that God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.
-Henry Ward Beckford
Belladonna:
In Italian, a beautiful lady,
In English a deadly poison.
- Ambrose Bierce