'Tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes!
To be overcome by the fragrance of flowers is a delectable form of defeat.
T'is the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone.
Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
Just living is not enough... one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends.
A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand.
Sing a song of seasons; something bright in all, flowers in the summer, fires in the fall.
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet
All your renown is like the summer flower that blooms and dies; because the sunny glow which brings it forth, soon slays with parching power.
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.
In summer, the song sings itself.
The Amen of nature is always a flower.
To analyze the charms of flowers is like dissecting music; it is one of those things which it is far better to enjoy, than to attempt to fully understand.
The actual flower is the plant's highest fulfilment, and are not here exclusively for herbaria, county floras and plant geography: they are here first of all for delight.
I didn't know the names of the flowers - now my garden is gone.
Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.
The nature of this flower is to bloom.
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