Silently the dahlias and the roses died the leaves shrivelled and blackened and a cold and glorious moon rose upon the ruins of the summer - The Testing of Diana Mallory by Mrs. Humphry Ward

Last week Joe Irving the undergardener at Clomley lodge brought me as a present a large nosegay of dahlias and china asters - Ellen Middleton--A Tale by Georgiana Fullerton

My poor dahlias are all dead - Miss Mapp by Edward Frederic Benson