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The happy bells shall ring Marguerite;
The summer birds shall sing Marguerite;
You smile but you shall wear
Orange blossoms in your hair, Marguerite.
Author: Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Source: Wedded
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Sweet letters of the angel tongue,
I've loved ye long and well,
And never have failed in your fragrance sweet
To find some secret spell,--
A charm that has bound me with witching power,
For mine is the old belief,
That midst your sweets and midst your bloom,
There's a soul in every leaf!
Author: Mathurin M. Ballou
Source: Flowers
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As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and valorous sunflowers,
we shall never have a garden without them, both for their own
sake, and for the sake of old-fashioned folks, who used to love
them.
Author: Henry Ward Beecher
Source: Star Papers--A Discourse of Flowers
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Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men and
animals. Some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some
are pensive and diffident; others again are plain, honest and
upright, like the broad-faced sunflower and the hollyhock.
Author: Henry Ward Beecher
Source: Star Papers--A Discourse of Flowers
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Flowers are Love's truest language; they betray,
Like the divining rods of Magi old,
Where precious wealth lies buried, not of gold,
But love--strong love, that never can decay!
Author: Park Benjamin
Source: Sonnet--Flowers, Love's Truest Language
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Thick on the woodland floor
Gay company shall be,
Primrose and Hyacinth
And frail Anemone,
Perennial Strawberry-bloom,
Woodsorrel's pencilled veil,
Dishevel'd Willow-weed
And Orchis purple and pale.
Author: Robert Seymour Bridges
Source: Idle Flowers
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I have loved flowers that fade,
Within those magic tents
Rich hues have marriage made
With sweet unmemoried scents.
Author: Robert Seymour Bridges
Source: Shorter Poets (bk. II, 13)
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And lilies are still lilies, pulled
By smutty hands, though spotted from their white.
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Source: Aurora Leigh (bk. III)
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Brazen helm of daffodillies,
With a glitter toward the light.
Purple violets for the mouth,
Breathing perfumes west and south;
And a sword of flashing lilies,
Holden ready for the fight.
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Source: Hector in the Garden
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Ah, ah, Cytherea! Adonis is dead.
She wept tear after tear, with the blood which was shed,--
And both turned into flowers for the earth's garden-close;
Her tears, to the wind-flower,--his blood, to the rose.
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Source: Lament for Adonis (st. 6)
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The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks,
Held out in the smoke, like stars by day.
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Source: The Soul's Travelling
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Yet here's eglantine,
Here's ivy!--take them as I used to do
Thy flowers, and keep them where they shall not pine.
Instruct thine eyes to keep their colours true,
And tell thy soul their roots are left in mine.
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Source: Trans. from the Portuguese (XLIV)
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Where fall the tears of love the rose appears,
And where the ground is bright with friendship's tears,
Forget-me-not, and violets, heavenly blue,
Spring glittering with the cheerful drops like dew.
Author: William Cullen Bryant
Source: trans. of N. Muller's "Paradise of Tears"
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The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago,
And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow;
But on the hills the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood,
And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood,
Till fell the first from the clear cold heaven, as falls the
plague on men,
And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland glade and
glen.
Author: William Cullen Bryant
Source: Death of the Flowers
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Who that has loved knows not the tender tale
Which flowers reveal, when lips are coy to tell?
- Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer-Lytton, first Baron Lytton,
Author: Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer-Lytton, first Baron Lytton
Source: Corn Flowers--The First Violets (bk. I, st. 1)
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Mourn, little harebells, o'er the lea;
Ye stately foxgloves fair to see!
Ye woodbines, hanging bonnilie
In scented bowers!
Ye roses on your thorny tree
The first o' flow'rs.
Author: Robert Burns
Source: Elegy on Capt. Matthew Henderson
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Now blooms the lily by the bank,
The primrose down the brae;
The hawthorn's budding in the glen,
The milkwhite is the slae.
Author: Robert Burns
Source: Lament of Mary, Queen of Scots
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The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn,
And violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.
Author: Robert Burns
Source: My Nanny's Awa
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Rose, what is become of thy delicate hue?
And where is the violet's beautiful blue?
Does aught of its sweetness the blossom beguile?
That meadow, those daisies, why do they not smile?
Author: John Byrom
Source: A Pastoral (st. 8)
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Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you 'tis true:
Yet wildings of nature, I dote upon you,
For ye waft me to summers of old,
When the earth teem'd around me with fairy delight,
And when daisies and buttercups gladden'd my sight,
Like treasures of silver and gold.
Author: Thomas Campbell
Source: Field Flowers
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The berries of the brier rose
Have lost their rounded pride:
The bitter-sweet chrysanthemums
Are drooping heavy-eyed.
Author: Alice Cary
Source: Faded Leaves
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I know not which I love the most,
Nor which the comeliest shows,
The timid, bashful violet
Or the royal-hearted rose:
The pansy in purple dress,
The pink with cheek of red,
Or the faint, fair heliotrope, who hangs,
Like a bashful maid her head.
Author: Phoebe Cary
Source: Spring Flowers
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They know the time to go!
The fairy clocks strike their inaudible hour
In field and woodland, and each punctual flower
Bows at the signal an obedient head
And hastens to bed.
Author: Susan Coolidge (pseudonym of Sarah Chauncey Woolsey)
Source: Time to Go
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Not a flower
But shows some touch, in freckle, streak or stain,
Of his unrivall'd pencil.
Author: William Cowper
Source: Task (bk. VI, l. 241)
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Flowers are words
Which even a babe may understand.
Author: Bishop Arthur Cleveland Coxe
Source: The Singing of Birds
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A flower, when offered in the bud, is no vain sacrifice.
Author: Isaac Watts
Source: None
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A kiss without a hug is like a flower without the fragrance.
Author: Maltese Proverb
Source: None
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A root is a flower that disdains fame.
Author: Kahlil Gibran
Source: None
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A wedding is just like a funeral except that you get to smell your own flowers.
Author: Grace Hansen
Source: None
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Art is the unceasing effort to compete with the beauty of flowers - and never succeeding.
Author: Marc Chagall
Source: None
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Beauty, unaccompanied by virtue, is as a flower without perfume.
Author: French Proverb
Source: None
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Big doesn't necessarily mean better. Sunflowers aren't better than violets.
Author: Edna Ferber
Source: None
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Earth laughs in flowers.
Author: Ralph Waldo Emerson
Source: None
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Every flower is a soul blossoming in Nature.
Author: Gerard De Nerval
Source: None
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Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime rot and consume themselves in little time.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: None
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Flowers always make people better, happier and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine to the soul.
Author: Luther Burbank
Source: None
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Flowers grow out of dark moments.
Author: Corita Kent
Source: None
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Flowers. . . are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world.
Author: Ralph Waldo Emerson
Source: None
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Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.
Author: Andrew Marvell
Source: None
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I am following Nature without being able to grasp her . . . . I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
Author: Claude Monet
Source: None
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I hate flowers -- I paint them because they're cheaper than models and they don't move.
Author: Georgia O'Keeffe
Source: None
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If we plant a flower or a shrub and water it daily it will grow so tall that in time we shall need a spade and a hoe to uproot it. It is just so, I think, when we commit a fault, however small, each day, and do not cure ourselves of it.
Author: St. Teresa of Avila
Source: None
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Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.
Author: Georges Bernanos
Source: None
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Loveliest of lovely things are they On earth, that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
Author: William C. Bryant
Source: None
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Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness. If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love.
Author: Stevie Wonder
Source: None
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