Ellen Clementine Howarth (May 17, 1827 – 1899), born Ellen Clementine Doran in Cooperstown, New York, was an American poet.
- 'T is but a little faded flower,
But oh, how fondly dear!
'T will bring me back one golden hour,
Through many a weary year.
- 'Tis but a Little, Faded Flower, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
- Who hath not saved some trifling thing
More prized than jewels rare,
A faded flower, a broken ring,
A tress of golden hair.
- 'Tis but a Little Faded Flower, reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 12.
- Where is the heart that doth not keep,
Within its inmost core,
Some fond remembrance hidden deep,
Of days that are no more?
- 'Tis but a Little Faded Flower, reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 507.