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


  • Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green,
  • That creepeth o’er ruins old!
  • Of right choice food are his meals I ween,
  • In his cell so lone, and cold.
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  • Creeping where no life is seen,
  • A rare old plant is the ivy green.
  • Dickens.

  • For ivy climbs the crumbling hall
  • To decorate decay.
  • Bailey.

  • Oh! how could fancy crown with thee,
  • In ancient days, the God of Wine,
  • And bid thee at the banquet be
  • Companion of the vine?
  • Ivy! thy home is where each sound
  • Or revelry hath long been o’er;
  • Where song and beaker once went round,
  • But now are known no more.
  • Mrs. Hemans.

    Come, ye cold winds, at January’s call, On whistling: wings, and with white flakes bestrew The earth.