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


  • The lily of the vale, of flowers the queen,
  • Puts on the robe she neither sew’d not spun.
  • Michael Bruce.

  • The lily is all in white, like a saint,
  • And so is no mate for me.
  • Hood.

  • “Look to the lilies how they grow!”
  • ’Twas thus the Saviour said, that we,
  • Even in the simplest flowers that blow,
  • God’s ever-watchful care might see.
  • Moir.

  • And the stately lilies stand
  • Fair in the silvery light,
  • Like saintly vestals, pale in prayer;
  • Their pure breath sanctifies the air,
  • As its fragrance fills the night.
  • Julia C. R. Dorr.

  • And lilies white, prepared to touch
  • The whitest thought, nor soil it much,
  • Of dreamer turned to lover.
  • E. B. Browning.

  • We are lilies fair,
  • The flower of virgin light;
  • Nature held us forth, and said,
  • “Lo! my thoughts of white.”
  • Leigh Hunt.

  • I wish I were the lily’s leaf
  • To fade upon that bosom warm,
  • Content to wither, pale and brief,
  • The trophy of thy paler form.
  • Dionysius.

  • Yet, the great ocean hath no tone of power
  • Mightier to reach the soul, in thought’s hushed hour,
  • Than yours, ye lilies! chosen thus and graced!
  • Mrs. Hemans.