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Mourn, little harebells, o'er the lea;
Ye stately foxgloves fair to see!
Ye woodbines, hanging bonnilie
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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.
Big doesn't necessarily mean better. Sunflowers aren't better than violets.
Big doesn't necessarily mean better. Sunflowers aren't better than violets.
Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime rot and consume themselves in little time.
Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime rot and consume themselves in little time.
Flowers grow out of dark moments.
Flowers grow out of dark moments.
Art is the unceasing effort to compete with the beauty of flowers - and never succeeding.
Art is the unceasing effort to compete with the beauty of flowers - and never succeeding.
I am following Nature without being able to grasp her . . . . I perhaps owe having become a read more
I am following Nature without being able to grasp her . . . . I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
A wedding is just like a funeral except that you get to smell your own flowers.
A wedding is just like a funeral except that you get to smell your own flowers.
The earth laughs in flowers.
The earth laughs in flowers.
A root is a flower that disdains fame.
A root is a flower that disdains fame.
