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{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Fair daffadUs, we weep to see You haste away so soone; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained its noone. We have short time to stay as you, We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay As you or anything.
 * Herrick- Daffodils

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = When a daffadill I see, Hanging down his head t'wards me, Guesse I may, what I must be: First, I shall decline my head; Secondly, I shall be dead: Lastly, safely buryed. | author = Herrick | work = Hesperides. Divination by a Daffadill. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 155 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = "O fateful flower beside the rill— The Daffodil, the daffodil!" Jean Ingelow—Persephone. St. 16. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 155 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = It is daffodil time, so the robins all cry, For the sun's a big daffodil up in the sky, And when down the midnight the owl calls "to-whoo"! Why, then the round moon is a daffodil too; Now sheer to the bough-tops the sap starts to climb, So, merry my masters, it's daffodil time. Clinton Scollard—Daffodil Time. | note = | topic = | page = 155 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty. Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 118. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 155 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = When the face of night is fair in the dewy downs And the shining daffodil dies. | author = Tennyson | work = Maud. Pt. III. St. 1. | note = | topic = | page = 155 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = O Love-star of the unbeloved March, When cold and shrill, Forth flows beneath a low, dim-lighted arch The wind that beats sharp crag and barren hill, And keeps unfilmed the lately torpid rill! Aubrey De Vere—Ode to the Daffodil. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 155 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Daffy-down-dilly came up in the cold, Through the brown mould Although the March breeze blew keen on her face, Although the white snow lay in many a place. Anna Warner—Daffy-Down-Dilly. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 155 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = There is a tiny yellow daffodil, The butterfly can see it from afar, Although one summer evening's dew could fill Its little cup twice over, ere the star Had called the lazy shepherd to his fold, And be no prodigal. | author = Oscar Wilde | work = The Burden of Stys. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 155 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = A host of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. | author = Wordsworth | work = I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud.

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{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = And a breastplate made of daisies, Closely fitting, leaf on leaf, Periwinkles interlaced Drawn for belt about the waist; While the brown bees, humming praises, Shot their arrows round the chief. | author = E. B. Browning | work = Hector in the Garden. | topic = | page = 155 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The daisy's for simplicity and unaffected air. | author = Burns | work = O Luve Will Venture In. | topic = | page = 155 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate, That fate is thine—no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, elate, Full on thy bloom, Till crushed beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom! Burns—To a Mountain Daisy. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Young}} under {{sc|Ruin}}) | topic = | page = }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune I saw the white daisies go down to the sea, A host in the sunshine, an army in June, The people God sends us to set our heart free. Bliss Carman—Daisies. | note = | topic = | page = 155 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 19 | text = You may wear your virtues as a crown, As you walk through life serenely, And grace your simple rustic gown With a beauty more than queenly. Though only one for you shall care, One only speak your praises; And you never wear in your shining hair, A richer flower than daisies. | author = Phebe Gary | work = The Fortune in the Daisy. | topic = Daisy | page = 156 }}