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 Now blooms the lily by the bank,
 The primrose down the brae;
  The hawthorn's budding in the read more 
 Now blooms the lily by the bank,
 The primrose down the brae;
  The hawthorn's budding in the glen,
   The milkwhite is the slae. 
By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
 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. 
 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. 
Earth laughs in flowers.
Earth laughs in flowers.
 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. 
Big doesn't necessarily mean better. Sunflowers aren't better than violets.
Big doesn't necessarily mean better. Sunflowers aren't better than violets.
 They know the time to go!
 The fairy clocks strike their inaudible hour
  In field and woodland, read more 
 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. 
 The berries of the brier rose
 Have lost their rounded pride:
  The bitter-sweet chrysanthemums
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 The berries of the brier rose
 Have lost their rounded pride:
  The bitter-sweet chrysanthemums
   Are drooping heavy-eyed.