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{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = No man can lose what he never had. Izaak Walton—The Compleat Angler. Pt. I. Ch. V. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Marlowe) | place = | note = | topic = | page = 463 }}

LOTUS Zizyphus Lotus

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = 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. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 463 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = 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. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 463 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Lotos, the name; divine, nectareous juice! Homer—Odyssey. Bk. IX. L. 106 | author = | work = | place = | note = {{sc|Pope}}'s trans. | topic = | page = 463 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Stone lotus cups, with petals dipped in sand. | author = Jean Ingelow | work = Gladys and her Island. | place = L. 460. | note = | topic = | page = 463 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = 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. | author = Moore | work = Lalla Rookh. Paradise and the Peri. | place = | note = | topic = | page = 463 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = They wove the lotus band to deck And fan with pensile wreath their neck. | author = Moore | work = Odes of Anacreon. | place = Ode LXX. | topic = | page = 463 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = 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. | author = Pope | work = Sappho to Phaon. | place = L. 177. | topic = | page = 463 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The lotos bowed above the tide and dreamed. Margaret J. Preston—Rhodope's Sandal. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 463 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = 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. | author = Tennyson | work = The Lotos-Eaters. Choric Song. | place = St. 8. | topic = Lotus | page = 463 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = 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. | author = Wm. Winter | work = A Lotos Flower. | topic = Lotus | page = 463 }}