Lily-of-the-Valley

Lily-of-the-Valley (Convallaria Majalis) is a poisonous woodland flowering plant native throughout the cool temperate Northern Hemisphere in Asia and Europe.

• And in his left he held a basket full
  Of all sweet herbs that searching eye could cull
  Wild thyme, and valley-lilies whiter still
  Than Leda's love, and cresses from the rill.
  • John Keats, Endymion (1818), Book I, line 155.

• Where scattered wild the Lily of the Vale
  Its balmy essence breathes.
  • James Thomson, The Seasons, Spring (1728), line 445.

• And leaves of that shy plant,
  (Her flowers were shed) the lily of the vale,
  That loves the ground, and from the sun withholds
  Her pensive beauty; from the breeze her sweets.
  • William Wordsworth, The Excursion (1814), Book IX, line 540.

Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 458.

• The lily of the vale, of flowers the queen,
  Puts on the robe she neither sew'd nor spun.
  • Michael Bruce, Elegy.

• White bud! that in meek beauty dost lean
  Thy cloistered cheek as pale as moonlight snow,
  Thou seem'st, beneath thy huge, high leaf of green,
  An Eremite beneath his mountain's brow.
  • George Croly, The Lily of the Valley.

• And the Naiad-like lily of the vale,
  Whom youth makes so fair and passion so pale,
  That the light of its tremulous bells is seen,
  Through their pavilions of tender green.
  • Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Sensitive Plant, Part I.

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