Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless; peacocks and lilies for instance.
I love the fair lilies and roses so gay,They are rich in their pride and their splendor;But still more do I love to wander awayTo the meadow so sweet,Where down at my feet,The harebell blooms modest and tender.dora read goodale
Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:– We are as they; Like them we fade away, As doth a leaf.christina rossetti
Oh! roses and lilies are fair to see; But the wild bluebell is the flower for me.Louisa A. meredith
My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.Bible (Old Testament)
And lilies are still lilies, pulled By smutty hands, though spotted from their white.
"Thou wert not, Solomon! in all thy glory Array'd," the lilies cry, "in robes like ours; How vain your grandeur! Ah, how transitory Are human flowers!"horace smith
The rose is fragrant, but it fades in time: The violet sweet, but quickly past the prime White lilies hang their heads, and soon decay, And white snow in minutes melts away.john dryden
There is a garden in her face, Where roses and white lilies grow, A heavenly paradise is that place, Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow. There cherries grow, which none may buy Till 'Cherry ripe!'themselves do cry.thomas campion
Hope is like a harebell, trembling from its birth,Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth,Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white,Love is like a lovely rose, the world’s delight.Harebells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth,But the rose with all its thorns excels them both.christina rossetti
The slender acacia would not shake One long milk-bloom on the tree; The white lake-blossom fell into the lake As the pimpernel dozed on the lea; But the rose was awake all night for your sake, Knowing your promise to me; The lilies and roses were all awake, They sighed for the dawn and thee.
We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, We Poets of the proud old lineage Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why What shall we tell you? Tales, marvellous tales Of ships and stars and isles where good men rest.james elroy flecker
I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness.Andrew Marvell
I remained, lost in oblivion; My face I reclined on the Beloved. All ceased and I abandoned myself, leaving my cares forgotten among the lilies.john of the cross
You were made for enjoyment, and the world was filled with things which you will enjoy, unless you are too proud to be pleased with them, or too grasping to care for what you cannot turn to other account than mere delight. Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless: peacocks and lilies, for instance.john ruskin
As a human being it is just my nature to enjoy and share philosophy. I do this in the same way that some birds are eagles and some doves, some flowers lilies and some roses.alan watts
* * * Purple lilies Dante blew To a larger bubble with his prophet breath.
And lilies white, prepared to touch The whitest thought, nor soil it much, Of dreamer turned to lover.
Very whitely still The lilies of our lives may reassure Their blossoms from their roots, accessible Alone to heavenly dews that drop not fewer; Growing straight out of man's reach, on the hill. God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.
The blessed Damozel lean'd out From the gold bar of Heaven: Her eyes knew more of rest and shade Of waters still'd at even; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven.Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless: peacocks and lilies, for instance.john ruskin
Anemones and seas of gold, And new-blown lilies of the river, And those sweet flow'rets that unfold Their buds on Camadera's quiver.thomas moore
Those virgin lilies, all the night Bathing their beauties in the lake, That they may rise more fresh and bright, When their beloved sun's awake.thomas moore
Swan flocks of lilies shoreward lying, In sweetness, not in music, dying.john greenleaf whittier