Where is the subject that does not branch out into infinity? For every grain of sand is a mystery; so is every daisy in summer, and so is every snowflake in winter. Both upwards and downwards, and all around us, science and speculation pass into mystery at last.
Small service is true service while it lasts: Of humblest friends, bright Creature! scorn not one; The Daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dew drop from the Sun.william wordsworth
With little here to do or see Of things that in the great world be, Sweet Daisy! oft I talk to thee For thou art worthy, Thou unassuming commonplace Of Nature, with that homely face, And yet with something of a grace Which love makes for thee!william wordsworth
"We're all monsters," said Daisy with enthusiasm. "It's the Age of Monsters."paul bowles
Daisy was a consciously happy young woman without any of the usual endowments that make for conscious happiness, money apart. She was not pretty, she was not clever, she had no friends, no talents, nor even an imagination to make her think she was happy when she was really miserable. As she was never miserable, she had no need of an imagination.laura riding
I can't tell you how urbane and sprightly the old poll parrot was; and (this is what I think using the brain does for one), not a pocket, not a crevice, of pomp, humbug, respectability in him: he was fresh as a Daisy.George Moore
Where is the subject that does not branch out into infinity? For every grain of sand is a mystery; so is every Daisy in summer, and so is every snow-flake in winter. Both upwards and downwards, and all around us, science and speculation pass into mystery at last.william mountford
Without the bed her other fair hand was, On the green coverlet; whose perfect white Show'd like an April Daisy on the grass, With pearly sweat, resembling dew of night.william shakespeare
Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows, Fair is the Daisy that beside her grows.john gay
All summer she scattered the Daisy leaves; They only mocked her as they fell. She said: "The Daisy but deceives; 'He loves me not,' 'he loves me well,' One story no two daisies tell." Ah foolish heart, which waits and grieves Under the Daisy's mocking spell.helen hunt jackson
Not worlds on worlds, in phalanx deep, Need we to prove a God is here; The Daisy, fresh from nature's sleep, Tells of His hand in lines as clear.
The Rose has but a Summer reign, The Daisy never dies.james montgomery
Yet, all beneath the unrivall'd rose, The lowly Daisy sweetly blows; Tho' large the forest's monarch throws His army shade, Yet green the juicy hawthorn grows, Adown the glade.Robert Burns
The Daisy, primrose, violet darkly blue; And polyanthus of unnumbered dyes.james thomson
The Daisy is fair, the day-lily rare, The bud o' the rose as sweet as it's bonnie.james hogg
A voice of greeting from the wind was sent; The mists enfolded me with soft white arms; The birds did sing to lap me in content, The rivers wove their charms, And every little Daisy in the grass Did look up in my face, and smile to see me pass!richard henry stoddard