"Through thy battlements, Newstead, the hollow winds whistle; Thou, the hall of my fathers, art gone to decay; In thy once smiling garden, the hemlock and thistle Have choked up the rose which late bloom’d in the way."
Conium is a genus of flowering plants in the family Apiaceae. As of December 2020, Plants of the World Online accepts six species.
"And eagerly she kist me with her tongue, And under mine her wanton thigh she flung. Yea, and she soothd me up, and calld me sire, And usde all speech that might provoke, and stirre. Yet like as if cold Hemlock I had drunke, It mocked me, hung downe the head, and sunke."
Conium"THIRD WITCH: Root of hemlock digged i’the dark,"
Conium"He lookèd from his loft one day To where his slighted garden lay; Nettles and hemlock hid each lawn, And every flower was starved and gone."
Conium"O Gods! that ever anie thing so sweete, So suddenlie should fade awaie, and fleete! Hir armes are spread, and I am all unarm’d, Lyke one with Ovid’s cursed hemlocke charm’d;"
Conium"Bring out the hemlock! bring the funeral yew! The faithful ivy that doth all enfold; Heap high the rocks, the patient brown earth strew, And cover them against the numbing cold."
Conium"My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:"
Conium