Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyt’s New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
Garden
God Almighty first planted a garden.
Bacon—Of Gardens.
My garden is a lovesome thing—God wot!
Rose plot,
Fringed pool,
Fern grot—
The veriest school
Of peace; and yet the fool
Contends that God is not.—
Not God in gardens! When the sun is cool?
Nay, but I have a sign!
’Tis very sure God walks in mine.
Thos. Edward Brown—My Garden.
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
Abraham Cowley—The Garden. Essay V.
My garden is a forest ledge
Which older forests bound;
The banks slope down to the blue lake-edge,
Then plunge to depths profound!
Emerson—My Garden. St. 3.
One is nearer God’s heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth.
Dorothy Frances Gurney—God’s Garden.
An album is a garden, not for show
Planted, but use; where wholesome herbs should grow.
Lamb—In an Album to a Clergyman’s Lady.
I walk down the garden paths,
And all the daffodils
Are blowing, and the bright blue squills.
I walk down the patterned garden-paths
In my stiff, brocaded gown.
With my powdered hair, and jewelled fan,
I too am a rare
Pattern. As I wander down
The garden paths.
Amy Lowell—Patterns.
And add to these retired Leisure,
That in trim gardens takes his pleasure.
Milton—Il Pensoroso. L. 49.
Grove nods at grove, each alley has a brother,
And half the platform just reflects the other.
The suff’ring eye inverted nature sees,
Trees cut in statues, statues thick as trees;
With here a fountain never to be play’d,
And there a summer-house that knows no shade.
Pope—Moral Essays. Ep. IV. L. 117.
A little garden square and wall’d;
And in it throve an ancient evergreen,
A yew-tree, and all round it ran a walk
Of shingle, and a walk divided it.
Tennyson—Enoch Arden. L. 731.
The garden lies,
A league of grass, wash’d by a slow broad stream.
Tennyson—Gardener’s Daughter. L. 40.
Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, night, has flown.
Tennyson—Maud. XXII. 1.
The splash and stir
Of fountains spouted up and showering down
In meshes of the jasmine and the rose:
And all about us peal’d the nightingale,
Rapt in her song, and careless of the snare.
Tennyson—Princess. Pt. I. L. 214.
A little garden Little Jowett made,
And fenced it with a little palisade;
If you would know the mind of little Jowett,
This little garden don’t a little show it.
Francis Wrangham—Epigram on Dr. Joseph Jowett. Familiarly known as “Jowett’s little garden.” Claimed for William Lort Mansel and Mr. Horry.