Ivy Quotes

“Round broken columns clasping ivy twin'd”

“Direct
The clasping ivy where to climb.”

“Walls must get the weather stain
Before they grow the ivy.”

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“As creeping ivy clings to wood or stone,
And hides the ruin that it feeds upon.”

“Bring, bring the madding Bay, the drunken vine,
The creeping, dirty, courtly Ivy join”

“Where round some mould'ring tow'r pale ivy creeps,
And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps”

“The rugged trees are mingling
Their flowery sprays in love,
The ivy climbs the laurel
To clasp the boughs above.”

“The holly and the ivy,
When they are both full grown,
Of all the trees that are in the wood
The holly bears the crown.”

“Oh roses for the flush of youth,
And laurel for the perfect prime;
But pluck an ivy branch for me
Grown old before my time.”

“On my velvet couch reclining,
Ivy leaves my brow entwining.
While my soul expands with glee,
What are kings and crowns to me?”

“Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green,
That creepeth o'er ruins old!
Of right choice food are his meals I ween,
In. his cell so lone and cold
* * * *
Creeping where no life is seen,
A rare old plant is the ivy green”

“This little girl inside me
Is retreating to her favourite place.
Go into the garden.
Go under the ivy,
Under the leaves,
Away from the party.
Go right to the rose.
Go right to the white rose
(For me.)”

“Well might the thoughtful race of old
With ivy twine the head
Of him they hailed their god of wine —
Thank God ! the lie is dead;
For ivy climbs the crumbling hall
To decorate decay;
And spreads its dark deceitful pall
To hide what wastes away.”

“I see that God is in all creatures, man and beast, fish and fowl,
and every green thing from the highest cedar to the ivy on the wall;
and that God is the life and being of them all, and that God doth really dwell,
and (if you will) personally (if he may admit so low an expression) in them all,
and hath his being no where else out of the creatures . . .”

“That headlong ivy! not a leaf will grow
But thinking of a wreath,
Large leaves, smooth leaves,
Serrated like my vines, and half as green.
I like such ivy, bold to leap a height
Twas strong to climb! as good to grow on graves
As twist about a thyrsus, pretty too
(And that's not ill) when twisted round a comb.”