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 Thick on the woodland floor
 Gay company shall be,
  Primrose and Hyacinth
   And frail read more 
 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. 
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.
 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. 
 Flowers are words
 Which even a babe may understand.  
 Flowers are words
 Which even a babe may understand. 
 Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men and 
animals. Some seem to smile; some have a read more 
 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. 
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.
Earth laughs in flowers.
Earth laughs in flowers.
 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. 
 I know not which I love the most,
 Nor which the comeliest shows,
  The timid, bashful violet
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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.