C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


  • I’d be a butterfly, born in a bower,
  • Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
  • Thomas Haynes Bayly.

  • The gold-barr’d butterflies to and fro
  • And over the waterside wander’d and wove
  • As heedless and idle as clouds that rove
  • And rift by the peaks of perpetual snow.
  • Joaquin Miller.

  • With the rose the butterfly’s deep in love,
  • A thousand times hovering round;
  • But round himself, all tender like gold,
  • The sun’s sweet ray is hovering found.
  • Heine.

  • Much converse do I find in thee,
  • Historian of my infancy!
  • Float near me; do not yet depart!
  • Dead times, revive in thee:
  • Thou bring’st, gay creatures as thou art!
  • A solemn image to my heart.
  • Wordsworth.