In the open air
Our Myrtles blossom'd; and across the porch
Thick Jasmins twined

 From Reflections On Having Left A Place Of Retirement by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined
Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is
To sit beside our Cot, our Cot o'ergrown
With white-flower'd Jasmin, and the broad-leav'd Myrtle,
(Meet emblems they of Innocence and Love !)

 From The Aeolian Harp by Samuel Taylor Coleridge