=Daffadills.=

Fair daffadills, we weep to see
You haste away so soon:
As yet the early rising sun
Has not attained his noon.
461
HERRICK: _To Daffadills._


=Dagger.=

Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand?...
or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
462
SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act ii., Sc. 1


=Daisy.=

The daisy's cheek is tipp'd with a blush,
She is of such low degree.
463
HOOD: _Flowers._