Myrtle Quotes

Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom, Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe)
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime! View quote
Lord Byron
Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story; The days of our youth are the days of our glory; And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty. View quote
Lord Byron
My only failure was the restaurant in Myrtle Beach. I kept it open for four years. It was in a tourist town, it was only busy four and half, five months of the year. But the bills kept coming all year. View quote
Mickey Gilley
Wax myrtle: The birds love this stuff. View quote
Mike Thompson
The early graced of Grecian song, The fragrant myrtle tree; For it doth speak of happy love, The delicate, the true. View quote
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
[Alvine] 'Tis one of those bright fictions that have made The name of Greece only another word For love and poetry ; with a green earth- Groves of the graceful myrtle - summer skies, Whose stars are mirror'd in ten thousand streams- Winds that move but in perfume and in music, And, more than all, the gift of woman's beauty. What marvel that the earth, the sky, the sea, Were filled with all those fine imaginings That love creates, and that the lyre preserves ! View quote
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
They built a temple for the God, 'Twas in a myrtle grove, Where the bee and the butterfly Vied for each blossom's love. View quote
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Old friend and true companion ! soothing Sleep, Yes fly, like other friends. How easily Did your sweet influence fall on my free head, Cool like a lovely crown of myrtle boughs. Beloved Sleep ! amid the clash of arms, On the rough torrent of unquiet life, I rested, breathing lightly as a child, Weary and cradled in your mother arms. When the storm swept the leaves from off the bough, And rushed thro' crashing branches, yet my heart Was in its depths untroubled, - and I slept. View quote
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad. View quote
Robert Browning
Love and death are gritty subjects. Their appropriate handling by poets does not require myrtle petals and violets. (Lindsey Davis)