"Floweret" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... purple floweret, dying, droop, Smit by the ploughshare. So the poppy frail On stricken stalk its languid head doth stoop, And bows o'erladen with the drenching hail. But onward now, through thickest ranks of mail, Rushed Nisus. ...
— The Aeneid of Virgil - Translated into English Verse by E. Fairfax Taylor • Virgil
... inmost heart doth move." The King leans down his head, it kissing, says, "Sweet beauty, I love thee? with thy sweet face? My heart is filled with love for all thy kind. I would that every heart thy love should find." The fragrant floweret thrills with tenderness, With richer fragrance answers his caress. He kisses it again and lifts his eyes, And rises from the ground ...
— Babylonian and Assyrian Literature • Anonymous |
