Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocott’s Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.


Thou lifts thy unassuming head
In humble guise;
But now the share uptears thy bed,
And low thou lies.
Burns.—To a Mountain Daisy, Verse 5.

Like a fair flower by the keen share oppress’d.
Dryden’s Virgil.—The Æneid, Book IX. Line 435.

A purple flower cut down by the plough.
Davidson.—The Æneid, sup.

Wee modest crimson-tipped flower,
Thou’s met me in an evil hour;
For I maun crush amang the stour
Thy slender stem;
To spare thee now is past my power
Thou bonnie gem!
Burns.—To a Mountain Daisy, Verse 1.

There is Mosgiel farm; and that’s the very field where Burns ploughed up the daisy.
Wordsworth.—Vol. V. Page 243. [Burns seems to have had the passage from Virgil in his mind when he painted the mountain Daisy.]