“And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze,
Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.”

November. A Sonnet http://www.gutenberg.org/files/16341/16341-h/16341-h.htm#page74 (1824)

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American romantic poet and journalist 1794–1878

George Darley (1795–1846) Irish poet, novelist, and critic

Poem Sweet in her green dell http://www.bartleby.com/101/640.html

“Like beauteous flowers which vainly waste their scent
Of odours in unhaunted deserts.”

William Chamberlayne (poet)

Pharonida (1659), Part II, Book IV.

“But who art thou? that Voyce, and beauteous Face,
Not Mortal is; thou art of Heavenly Race.”

John Ogilby (1600–1676) Scottish academic

The Works of Publius Virgilius Maro (2nd ed. 1654), Virgil's Æneis

“I had only to open my bedroom window, and blue air, love, and flowers entered with her”.”

Marc Chagall (1887–1985) French artist and painter

“…the wild flowers blooming in hushed solitude
Start not at the whispering, 'tis but the breeze”

Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon (1829–1879) Canadian writer

from A Canadian Summer Evening

“The word "Blue" does not mean the sensation caused by a gentian on the human eye; but it means the power of producing that sensation: and this power is always there, in the thing, whether we are there to experience it or not, and would remain there though there were not a man left on the face of the earth.”

John Ruskin book Modern Painters

Volume III, part IV, chapter XII (1856).
Modern Painters (1843-1860)

“The night folds her trembling hands over a weary world. Out of a pale blue rises the shining moon. My thoughts are flying to the stars like lonely swans.”

Joseph Goebbels (1897–1945) Nazi politician and Propaganda Minister

Nacht faltet zitternde Hände über der müden Welt. Aus blassem Blau steigt leuchtend der Mond. Meine Gedanken fliegen wie einsame Schwäne in die Sterne.
Michael: a German fate in diary notes (1926)

“I want some red roses for a blue lady.
Mister Florist, take my order please.
We had a silly quarrel the other day;
I hope these pretty flowers chase her blues away.”

Sid Tepper (1918–2015) American songwriter

Song Red Roses for a Blue Lady

“Our last impression of her as she turned the corner was that smile, flung backward like a handful of flowers.”

Wallace Stegner book Crossing to Safety

Source: Crossing to Safety