The scarlet tassel-flower utterly refuses to unfold his brave plumes.
"Gala-days" by Gail Hamilton
And as to flowers, there are leaves, spires, cups, bells, tassels, very much such as you see in your garden at home.
"Lord Dolphin" by Harriet A. Cheever
Here the tassel is a cluster of many flowers, each of which bears only stamens.
"Agriculture for Beginners" by Charles William Burkett
It was edged with tassels and usually decorated at the top by a flower or some other ornament.
"The Tribes and Castes of the Central Provinces of India" by R. V. Russell
Whilst this little cob is forming, a bunch, or tassel, of flowers is forming on the top of the corn plant.
"Ontario Teachers' Manuals: Nature Study" by Ontario Ministry of Education
Making parrots, flowers, tufts, tassels, bunches, bosses, knobs, &c., out of yarn or thread.
"The Kama Sutra of Vatsyayana" by Vatsyayana
The flower tassels of the European maple, too, come packed in a slightly furry covering.
"A Year in the Fields" by John Burroughs
The hazel copse was tasseled thickly with golden green, and as she entered it she saw that the hepaticas were in flower.
The plants stand each from 9 to 11 feet high, and each bears its flowering plume above, and its tasselled ears below.
"A Year in a Lancashire Garden" by Henry Arthur Bright
The hazel-copse was tasselled thickly with golden-green, and as she entered it she saw that the hepaticas were in flower.
"Christmas Roses and Other Stories" by Anne Douglas Sedgwick
Again the blackbirds sing; the streams
Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams,
And tremble in the April showers
The tassels of the maple flowers.
"The Singer" by John Greenleaf Whittier
Round crouching cottage and soaring castle
The larch unravelled its bright—green tassel;
In scrub and hedgerow the blackthorn flowered,
And laughed at the May for a lagging coward.
"The Passing Of Spring" by Alfred Austin
I'll sit and dream of that glad morn
We went down ways where blooms were blowing;
That dusk we strolled through flower and thorn,
By tasseled meads of cane and corn,
To where the stream was flowing.
"One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part III" by Madison Julius Cawein
What do you weave, O ye flower-girls
With tassels of azure and red?
Crowns for the brow of a bridegroom,
Chaplets to garland his bed.
Sheets of white blossoms new-garnered
To perfume the sleep of the dead.
"In The Bazaars of Hyderabad" by Sarojini Naidu
THE little white clouds are racing over the sky,
And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower of March,
The daffodil breaks under foot, and the tasselled larch
Sways and swings as the thrush goes hurrying by.
"Magdalen Walks" by Oscar Wilde