"Dainty little maiden, whither
would you wander? All among the meadows, the clematis and clover,
daisies and kingcups and honeysuckle flowers."
Lord Tennyson |
"Merrily, merrily shall I live
now, o'er canopied with woodbine, that hangs on the bough."
Shakespeare |
"Bring flowering garlands to
me!" Anacreon |
"I shall wind thee in my arms
as the morning glory and the sweet honeysuckle do gently entwist."
Shakespeare |
"Come into the garden, Maude,
where the woodbine's spices are wafted abroad."
Tennyson |