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David Macbeth Moir
Stars are the daisies that begem The blue fields of the sky, Beheld by all, and everywhere, Bright prototypes on high.
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David Macbeth Moir
Stars are the daisies that begem The blue fields of the sky, Beheld by all, and everywhere, Bright prototypes on high.
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
And a breastplate made of daisies, Closely fitting, leaf on leaf, Periwinkles interlaced Drawn for belt about the waist; While the brown bees, humming praises, Shot their arrows round the chief.
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
And a breastplate made of daisies, Closely fitting, leaf on leaf, Periwinkles interlaced Drawn for belt about the waist; While the brown bees, humming praises, Shot their arrows round the chief.
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Geoffrey Chaucer
That men by reason will it calle may The daisie or elles the eye of day The emperice, and floure of floures alle.
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Geoffrey Chaucer
That of all the floures in the mede, Thanne love I most these floures white and rede, Suche as men callen daysyes in her toune.
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Geoffrey Chaucer
That men by reason will it calle may The daisie or elles the eye of day The emperice, and floure of floures alle.
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Geoffrey Chaucer
That of all the floures in the mede, Thanne love I most these floures white and rede, Suche as men callen daysyes in her toune.
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Helen Hunt Jackson Helen Hunt
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 will, One story no two daisies tell. Ah foolish heart, which waits and grieves Under the daisy's mocking spell.
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Helen Hunt Jackson Helen Hunt
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 will, One story no two daisies tell. Ah foolish heart, which waits and grieves Under the daisy's mocking spell.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he call'd the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars that on earth's firmament do shine.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he call'd the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars that on earth's firmament do shine.
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James Montgomery
There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky.
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James Montgomery
There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky.
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John Mason Good
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.
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John Mason Good
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.
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