Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyt’s New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
Lotus (Zizyphus Lotus)
Where drooping lotos-flowers, distilling balm,
Dream by the drowsy streamlets sleep hath crown’d,
While Care forgets to sigh, and Peace hath balsamed Pain.
Paul H. Hayne—Sonnet. Pent in this Common Sphere.
The lotus flower is troubled
At the sun’s resplendent light;
With sunken head and sadly
She dreamily waits for the night.
Heine—Book of Songs. Lyrical Interlude. No. 10.
Lotos, the name; divine, nectareous juice!
Homer—Odyssey. Bk. IX. L. 106. Pope’s trans.
Stone lotus cups, with petals dipped in sand.
Jean Ingelow—Gladys and her Island. L. 460.
Oh! what are the brightest that e’er have blown
To the lote-tree, springing by Alla’s throne,
Whose flowers have a soul in every leaf.
Moore—Lalla Rookh. Paradise and the Peri.
They wove the lotus band to deck
And fan with pensile wreath their neck.
Moore—Odes of Anacreon. Ode LXX.
A spring there is, whose silver waters show
Clear as a glass the shining sands below:
A flowering lotos spreads its arms above,
Shades all the banks, and seems itself a grove.
Pope—Sappho to Phaon. L. 177.
The lotos bowed above the tide and dreamed.
Margaret J. Preston—Rhodope’s Sandal.
The Lotos blooms below the barren peak:
The Lotos blooms by every winding creek:
All day the wind breathes low with mellower tone:
Thro’ every hollow cave and alley lone,
Round and round the spicy downs the yellow Lotos-dust is blown.
Tennyson—The Lotos-Eaters. Choric Song. St. 8.
In that dusk land of mystic dream
Where dark Osiris sprung,
It bloomed beside his sacred stream
While yet the world was young;
And every secret Nature told,
Of golden wisdom’s power,
Is nestled still in every fold,
Within the Lotos flower.
Wm. Winter—A Lotos Flower.