DANDELIONS
It is a wonderful dandelion year, but it is not a flower the poets are greatly interested in: the daisy has far more attention. Many of the dandelion’s admirers are American, J. R. Lowell and Wendell Holmes among them. It is from the former that it gets perhaps its handsomest compliment, “ Thou art my tropics and my Italy ” ; and it is Henry Ward Beecher who speaks of “ those golden kisses all over the cheeks of the meadow, queerly called dandelions,” Some of our own references are almost unfriendly. Macaulay tells with glee how he grubbed some up, with their “ great impudent, flaring, yellow faces turned up at me,” and draws the unflattering simile, “Bad poetry springs eternal. . . . Is it any use grubbing it up?”—' Observer. ’
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Evening Star, Issue 23651, 10 August 1940, Page 3
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126DANDELIONS Evening Star, Issue 23651, 10 August 1940, Page 3
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