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Tall Bearded Iris 



Some of these lovely Nymphs wore in their flaxen hair 

 Fine chaplets made of Flags, that fully flow'rd were. 



Drayton: Polyolbion. 



The next pool they came near unto 

 Was bare of trees; there only grew 

 Straight Flags, and lilies just a few. 



Mrs. E. .B Browning: Vision of Poets. 



But yet from out the little hill 

 Oozes the slender springlet still. 

 And shepherd boys repair 

 To seek the Water-flag and rush, 

 And rest them by the hazel bush, 

 And plait their garlands fair. 



Scott: Marmion, 



Laden barges float 



By banks of Myosote; 



And scented Flag and golden Flower-de-lys 



Delay the loitering boat. 



Bridges: The Thames. 



From the bridge I lean'd to hear 

 The milldam rushing down with noise, 

 And see the minnows everywhere 

 In crystal eddies glance and poise, 

 The tall Flag-flowers when they sprung 

 Below the range of stepping-stones, 

 Or those three chestnuts near, that hung 

 In masses thick with milky cones. 



Tennyson: The Miller's Daughter. 



