The Language of Ophelia’s Flowers There is a willow grows askant the brook,That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream.Therewith fantastic garlands did she makeOf crowflowers, nettles, daisies, and long purplesThat liberal shepherds give a grosser name,But our cold maids do dead-men’s-fingers call them. Read more
An analysis of the Language of Flowers used in John Everett Millais’ Ophelia and John Milton’s Paradise Lost by Jesse Campbell He led her nothing loath; flowers were the couch,Pansies, and violets, and asphodel,And hyacinth, earth’s freshest, softest lap.There they their fill of love and Read more
Lyre in hand, Apollo’s grasp nearly reaches Daphne as her leg begins to encase within the rooted form of her new body, a laurel tree. The last glimpse of her frightened face is framed with bundles of laurel leaves and flecks of white buds glowing Read more
Lyre in hand, Apollo’s grasp nearly reaches Daphne as her leg begins to encase within the rooted form of her new body, a laurel tree. The last glimpse of her frightened face is framed with bundles of laurel leaves and flecks of white buds glowing Read more
And thus the snowdrop, like the bowThat spans the cloudy sky, Became a symbol, whence, we knowThat brighter days are nigh. – Anonymous While landscapes shed off winter’s heavy cloak of gloom and grey, the winter-blooming bells of snowdrops begin to ring in spring. These Read more
An analysis of the Language of Flowers used in John Everett Millais’ Ophelia and John Milton’s Paradise Lost by Jesse Campbell He led her nothing loath; flowers were the couch,Pansies, and violets, and asphodel,And hyacinth, earth’s freshest, softest lap.There they their fill of love and Read more
The Language of Ophelia’s Flowers There is a willow grows askant the brook,That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream.Therewith fantastic garlands did she makeOf crowflowers, nettles, daisies, and long purplesThat liberal shepherds give a grosser name,But our cold maids do dead-men’s-fingers call them. Read more
