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Trees and myrtle
They were in a land of amber-colored date-palms and cypresses, of tamarisks, green myrtles, and oleanders. (John William Draper)
On the river bank, and in the little islands formed by the stream, are laurels, myrtles, and great plane-trees. (John Pentland Mahaffy)
Is it really possible to spend a century and see these myrtles, cypresses and oranges in greenhouses, and not in their homeland? (Ivan Goncharov)
Lumbermen have discovered that the wood’s color can be materially changed by immersing the logs when green, and leaving them submerged a long time. The beautiful “black myrtle,” which has been so much admired, is nothing more than California laurel which has undergone the cold water treatment. (Flora Annie Webster Steel)
The unendangered myrtle, decked with flowers,
Before the threshold stands to welcome us!
While, in the flowering myrtle’s neighborhood,
Not overlooked, but courting no regard,
Those native plants, the holly and the yew. (William Wordsworth)
Before her the magnificent oak trees
Sway and rustle;
Alleys of palm trees, and a laurel forest,
And a row of fragrant myrtles … (Alexander Pushkin)
Love and myrtle
When the day creeps gently to the west from rose hills, from which night escapes with slumbering wings and a choir of stars, I will sing love on the theorbo here, entwine my curly hair with sweet myrtles. (Novalis)
The myrtle (ensign of supreme command,
Consigned by Venus to Melissa’s hand)
Not less capricious than a reigning fair,
Oft favors, oft rejects a lover’s prayer; (Samuel Johnson)
Among the terebinths, Ami, it was you that I dreamed of in the evening; And in the blue myrtles when I went to sit down In the morning, I held, under the myrtle branches, Conversations, with you, clandestine. (Edmond Rostand)
Nor myrtle—which means chiefly love: and love
Is something awful which one dare not touch
So early o’ mornings. (Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sate
Upon the braes of Kirtle,
Was lovely as a Grecian maid
Adorned with wreaths of myrtle;
Young Adam Bruce beside her lay,
And there did they beguile the day
With love and gentle speeches,
Beneath the budding beeches. (William Wordsworth)
Women and myrtle
But at other times, I sit here reading in the afternoon, a myrtle in my buttonhole, and there are such beautiful passages in the book that I think I have become beautiful myself. (Lydia Davis)
Maiden-hair hung in luxuriant tufts above the myrtles and bays, and sombre evergreens contrasted with the brilliant centifolia. (Ernst Eckstein)
Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves,
(Green leaves upon her golden hair!)
Green grasses through the yellow sheaves
Of autumn corn are not more fair. (Oscar Wilde)
Her sprig of myrtle clothed her beautiful rose
That her hands were happily playing with,
And her hair fell
As darkness on her back and shoulders.
Someone
Right in the middle of the myrtle. (Archilochos)
Her kirtle blue, whereon was many a stain,
Made with the blood of wretched lovers slain.
Upon her head she ware a myrtle wreath,
From whence her veil reach’d to the ground beneath; (Christopher Marlowe)
People and myrtle
The moon plays with the elongated myrtles. I adore you, under these myrtles, oh the uncertain Flesh for solitude blooms sadly. (Paul Valéry)
Merciful heaven, Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Splits the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle; but man, proud man, Dressed in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he’s most assured His glassy essence–like an angry ape Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As makes the angels weep; who, with our spleens, would all themselves laugh mortal. (William Shakespeare)
I mean to be too rich to lament or to feel anything of the sort. A large income is the best recipe for happiness I ever heard of. It certainly may secure all the myrtle and turkey part of it. (Jane Austen)
As it fell upon a day
In the merry month of May,
Sitting in a pleasant shade
Which a grove of myrtles made. (Richard Barnfield)
Laurel and myrtle
Your husband adds this laurel to his myrtle. (Pierre Corneille)
Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story; The days of our youth are the days of our glory; And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty. (Lord Byron)
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. (John Milton)
No longer am I what I was; of us, many have died:
What remains is only languor and tears.
The myrtle is dried up, and the leaves scattered
From the laurel, the mad hope of my first accents.
Ugo FoscoloNo longer am I what I was; of us, many have died… (Ugo Foscolo)
Myrtle features
Only Myrtle (Myrtus) grows spontaneously in the Mediterranean region. (Lucien Plantefol)
Wax myrtle: The birds love this stuff. (Mike Thompson)
That it is continually green doth not proceed from its heat, for to shed its leaves doth not argue the coldness of a tree. Thus the myrtle and well fern, though not hot, but confessedly cold, are green all the year. (Plutarch)
Dark-green and gemm’d with flowers of snow,
With close uncrowded branches spread
Not proudly high, nor meanly low,
A graceful myrtle rear’d its head. (James Montgomery)
Flowers and myrtle
All together and joining with them all the aroma, the spices, and the balsams of the hot-house, yet would they be a sad exchange for the myrtle! Oh, precious in its sweetness is the rich innocence of its snow-white blossoms! (S.T. Coleridge)
E’en the rough rocks with tender myrtle bloom, and trodden weeds send out a rich perfume. (Joseph Addison)
Cover me with soft earth, and let each handful be mixed With seeds ofjasmine, lilies, and myrtle; and when they Grow above me and thrive on my body’s element they will Breathe the fragrance of my heart into space. (Khalil Gibran)
South and myrtle
Know’st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket’s gloom, Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose! (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe)
Is it where the flow’r of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance thro’ the myrtle boughs? (Felicia Hemans)
The parrakeets are silent in the gum-tree by the creek; The ferny grove is sunshine-steeped and still; But the dew will gem the myrtle in the twilight ere he seek His little lonely cabin on the hill. (Robert W. Service)
Town and myrtle
On reading the words, “In Verona,” his mind instantly conjures up a vision of white palaces; of narrow streets across which the tall houses nod at each other, hinting at the mysteries they dare not reveal; of ancient fountains, embowered in myrtle and laurel; finally, of Juliet’s tomb, and a thousand memories of the immortal lovers. (Laura E. Richards)
It was roses, roses, all the way,
With myrtle mixed in my path like mad:
The house-roofs seemed to heave and sway,
The church-spires flamed, such flags they had,
A year ago on this very day. (Robert Browning)
Rose and myrtle
It was roses, roses, all the way,
With myrtle mixed in my path like mad. (Robert Browning)
As the flashing strains of the nightingale to the yearning murmurs of the dove, so the myrtle to the rose! He who has once possessed and prized a genuine myrtle will rather remember it under the cypress tree than seek to forget it among the rose bushes of a paradise. (S.T. Coleridge)
Gardening and myrtle
Old-fashioned myrtle, with its glossy leaves, and single narcissus, or English primroses. (Mabel Osgood Wright)
Christ has come into the world to lay out a garden wherein, amid splendor and abundance, there should thrive the violet of humanity, the myrtle of mortification, the rose of love, the lily of virginal souls, the laurel of confessors and the palm of martyrs. (Fr James Groenings)
Wreath and myrtle
And there the romping Sabine girls Bind myrtle in their lustrous curls. (Horace)
Thereupon, she told me, with the accent of passion, how she had discovered among the figures painted on the sides of a loutrophora a flute player crowned with myrtle and how this myrtle bore flower buds, which created a new fact in the history of myrtle considered as the symbol of glory. (Maurice Bedel)
Poet and myrtle
Love and death are gritty subjects. Their appropriate handling by poets does not require myrtle petals and violets. (Lindsey Davis)
If you had been born in the land of the Abbasids, where the sky glows clear of clouds, where aloe and myrtle bloom in sweet peace! There, without tears, without torment, the poet sees the morning shining and the sky drifting rose-red. (Victor Hugo)
Greece and myrtle
Plant of Aphrodite, symbol of love and desire, myrtle was in ancient Greece the symbol of lovers but also of power. (Claude Meslay)
The Athenian archons, on the day of their entry into office, went up to the Acropolis, their heads crowned with myrtle, and they offered a sacrifice to the poliade divinity. (Numa Denis Fustel de Coulanges)
Marriage and myrtle
That’s what the myrtle means. Myrtle for marriage, ivy for faithfulness, ferns for sincerity, and rosemary for remembrance. (Jude Knight)
A ruined castle Green waves of the forest stand in the ruins Like fresh myrtles of the abandoned bride… (E. Marlitt)
Olive tree and myrtle
As He glided along the Ligurian coast, he was delighted by the sight of myrtles and olive trees, which retained their verdure under the winter solstice. (Thomas Babington Macaulay Macaulay)
Roger and I would squat in the sweet-scented myrtles and lay bets with each other as to whether or not, on this particular morning, George was going to fight an olive tree. (Gerald Durrell)
Bog and myrtle
The bog myrtle, crushed under their feet, sent an aromatic, invigorating scent into the air. (Flora Annie Webster Steel)
The ground towards the water was boggy and spongy, and the scent of the thickly growing myrtles was heavy in the air. (Robert Hichens)
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