Daisies, those pearled Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets.

-Shelley, Percy Bysshe
  'The Question', stanza 2.

Far may be sought Erst that ye can find So courteous, so kind, As Merry Margaret, This midsummer flower, Gentle as falcon Or hawk of the tower.

-Skelton,John
  The Garland of Laurel,'To Mistress Margaret Hussey'.

And thou art worthy; full of power; Asgentle; liberal-minded, great, Consistent; wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower.

-Tennyson
  In Memoriam A.H.H., epilogue, l.37^40.

   Wearing the white flower of a blameless life, Before a thousand peering littlenesses, In that fierce light which beats upon a throne, And blackens every blot.

-Tennyson
  Idylls of the King, dedication, l.24^7.

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer. And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.

-Thomas, Dylan Marlais
  'The ForceThatThrough the Green Fuse Drives the Flower'.

As well as any bloom upon a flower I like the dust on the nettles, never lost Except to prove the sweetness of a shower.

-Thomas, (Philip) Edward
  'Tall Nettles'.

Happy those early days when I Shined in my Angel-infancy. Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy aught But a white, celestial thought; When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love, And looking back (at that short space) Could see a glimpse of His bright face. When on some gilded cloud or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity.

-Vaughan, Henry
  Silex Scintillans,'The Retreat'.

O flower of Scotland, when will we see your like again, That fought and died for your wee bit hill and glen And stood against him, proud Edward's army, And sent him homeward tae think again.

-Williamson, Roy
  'Flower of Scotland', stanza1.

Three years she grew in sun and shower, 924 The Nature said,'A lovelier flower On earth was never sown; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own.'

-Wordsworth,William
  'ThreeYears she grew in sun and shower', stanza1 (published1800).

Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not.

-Wordsworth,William
c.1802^1803  'Ode. Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood', stanza10 (published1807).

Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

-Wordsworth,William
c.1802^1803  'Ode. Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood', stanza11 (published1807).