"Iris" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... are not long-lived. The gas plant, peonies, some of the iris, day lilies, and a few others, ...
— Making a Garden of Perennials • W. C. Egan
... been alone, hardening very quickly until it reminded Orsino of a certain mask of the Medusa which had once made an impression upon his imagination. Her eyes were fixed and the pupils grew small while the singular golden yellow colour of the iris flashed disagreeably. She did not bend her head as she ...
— Don Orsino • F. Marion Crawford
... hands, some outside, concrete thing to occupy her thought. She took the foremost, a dark bay, by the nose strap of its leather head-stall, patted the beast's sleek neck, looked into its prominent, heavy-lidded eyes,—the blue film over the velvet-like iris and pupil of them giving a singular softness of effect,—drew down the fine, aristocratic head, and kissed the little star where the hair turned in the centre of the smooth, hard forehead. It was as ...
— The History of Sir Richard Calmady - A Romance • Lucas Malet
... immortal—Love!" "Fools! fools!" his friend said, "most immortal fools!— "But pardon, pardon, for, perchance, you love?" "Yes," said Max, proudly smiling, "thus do I "Possess the world and feel eternity!" Dark laughter blacken'd in the other's eyes: "Eternity! why, did such Iris arch "Ent'ring our worm-bored planet, never liv'd "One woman true enough such tryst to keep!" "I'd swear by Kate," said Max; "and then, I had "A mother, and my father swore by her." "By Kate? Ah, that were lusty oath, indeed! "Some other man will look into her eyes, "And swear me roundly, ...
— Old Spookses' Pass • Isabella Valancy Crawford
... green, mounting on every side, soon open upon the top into lilies of deep lavender, and the scarlet bracts of the painted-cup glow side by side with the crimson of the cardinal-flower. And soon comes the iris, with its broad golden eye fringed with rays of lavender blue; and five varieties of phacelia overwhelm some places with waves of purple, blue, indigo, and whitish pink. The evening primrose covers ...
— Our Italy • Charles Dudley Warner
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