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Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts.
Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts.
Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume read more
Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.
 Brazen helm of daffodillies,
 With a glitter toward the light.
  Purple violets for the mouth,
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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. 
 I have loved flowers that fade,
 Within those magic tents
  Rich hues have marriage made
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 I have loved flowers that fade,
 Within those magic tents
  Rich hues have marriage made
   With sweet unmemoried scents. 
If we plant a flower or a shrub and water it daily it will grow so tall that in time read more
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.
 Yet here's eglantine,
 Here's ivy!--take them as I used to do
  Thy flowers, and keep them where read more 
 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. 
 The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago,
 And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer read more 
 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. 
Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.
Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.
The earth laughs in flowers.
The earth laughs in flowers.