'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower

Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind

Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,

And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Weak is the Will of Man.

Iron sleet of arrowy shower

Hurtles in the darken'd air.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): The Fatal Sisters. Line 3.

Flowers are lovely; love is flower-like;

Friendship is a sheltering tree;

Oh the joys that came down shower-like,

Of friendship, love, and liberty,

Ere I was old!

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834): Youth and Age.