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That headlong ivy! not a leaf will grow But thinking of a wreath, ... I like such ivy; bold to leap a height 'Twas strong>strongstrong> to climb! as good to grow on graves As twist about a thyrsus; pretty too (And that's not ill) when twisted round a comb.
When the sappy boughs Attire themselves with blooms, sweet rudiments Of future harvest.
The plants and flowers
I raised about my hut
I now surrender
To the will
Of the wind
Of all the flowers, me thinks a rose is best.
And in my flower-beds,
I think,
Smile the carnation
and the pink.
Look to the lilies how they grow!
Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.
Mars red gladiolus
How right it is to love flowers and the greenery of pines and ivy and hawthorn hedges; they have been with us from the very beginning.
Hyacinth bean and papayas, long vines, deep roots. Palm trees outside the garden walls, with deep roots, stand a thousand years.
The first wild-flower of the year is like land after sea.
Even the tiniest of flowers can have the toughest roots.
The grape Hyacinth is the favorite spring flower of my garden - but no! I though a minute ago the Scilla was! and what place has the Violet? the Flower de Luce? I cannot decide, but this I know - it is some blue flower.
The lovely daisy, so justly celebrated by European poets, is not a native of our soil; we know it well, however, by cultivation in our gardens and green houses; besides, we are disposed to remember it for the sake of those who have sung its praises in immortal verse.
There is to me a daintiness about early flowers that touches me like poetry. They blow out with such a simple loveliness among the common herbs of pastures, and breathe their lives so unobtrusively, like hearts whose beatings are too gentle for the world.
Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint,
And sweet thyme true,
Primrose, first born child of Ver,
Merry Spring-time's harbinger.
The common hill-flowers wither, but they blossom again. The laburnum will be as yellow next June as it is now. In a month there will be purple stars on the clematis, and year after year the green night of its leaves will hold its purple stars. But we never get back our youth.
Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us.
The sunflower is a favorite emblem of constancy
Just as I wonder
whether it's going to die,
the orchid blossoms
and I can't explain why it
moves my heart, why such pleasure
comes from one small bud
on a long spindly stem, one
blood red gold flower
opening at mid-summer,
tiny, perfect in its hour.
C. albus ... I think the very loveliest of all the lily family,- a spotless soul, plant saint, that every one must love and so be made better. It puts the wildest mountaineer on his good behavior. With this plant the whole world would seem rich though non other existed.
Charantia. Bitter herbs. Bitter.
Flowers are born, and they wither ...
Had it lived long, is would have been
Lilies without, roses within.
A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.
I'm more of a thistle-peony-basil kind of girl.
The flower doth not worry, and the tree doth not waver.
Before a leaf-bud has burst, its whole life acts; in the full-blown flower there is no more; in the leafless root there is no less.
...a cyclamen that looks like a flight of butterflies, frozen for a single, exquisite moment in the white heart of Time...
The plants all know that spring will soon return,
All kinds of red and purple contend in beauty.
The poplar blossom and elm seeds are not beautiful,
They can only fill the sky with flight like snow.
Wisteria is my favorite flowering vine. Do you know why?'
I shook my head. 'No, ma'am.'
'Because it's strong
just like me.
Long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory; Long as there are violets, They will have a place in story: There's a flower that shall be mine, 'Tis the little Celandine.
A beautiful plant is like having a friend around the house.
The orchid is Mother Nature's masterpiece.
FLOWERS The flowers of the field are the children of sun's affection and nature's love; and the children of men are the flowers of love and compassion. BW-ST-122
Daisies are like sunshine to the ground.
Flowers are reincarnation. They come out of the earth of our ashes. Nothing else looks so soul-like.
Flowers rejoice when night is done, Lift their heads to greet the sun; Sweetest looks and odours raise, In a silent hymn of praise.
The cattleyas especially (these being, with chrysanthemums, her favourite flowers), because they had the supreme merit of not looking in the least like other flowers, but of being made, apparently, out of scraps of silk or satin.
All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring
In goodly colours gloriously arrayed;
Go to my love, where she is careless laid
Every flower blossoms in its sacred time.
The flowers of life are but illusions. How many fade away and leave no trace.
So, in the tulip, we have a flower of beauty and grace of charm, refinement and distinction. It is a powerful flower and it knows it
Daffodils are yellow trumpets of spring
Flowers are the poetry of the earth we are supposed to love and understand.
There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky.
Martyred plants from their shrouds. Their mouths
Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride uphold.
MOTHER' A flower of our Life's garden, which we don't wanna let it withers ever.
O lovely lily clean, O lily springing green, O lily bursting white, Dear lily of delight, Spring in my heart agen That I may flower to men.
Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand, And on the sun's noon-glory gaze; With eye like his, thy lids expand, And fringe their disk with golden rays: Though fix'd on earth, in darkness rooted there, Light is thy element, thy dwelling air, Thy prospect heaven.
Leaves are the Greek, flowers the Italian, phase of the spirit of beauty that reveals itself through the flora of the globe.
She is surrounded by stalks of dahlias, orange and yellow and pale red, with leaves so big you could write your life story on each one. She looks like a flower in the garden, just like her mother said.
Foster the beautiful, and every hour thou tallest new flowers to birth.
An un-blossomed rose, in the garden we want to grow.
Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts.
Though trodden beneath the shepherd's heel, the wild hyacinth blooms on the ground.
Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth's prolific lap.
Daisy, simple and discreet flower,
That earned the heart of this poet.
Wherever you may go, the least plant may bring you clear remembrance of the Creator.
It's daytime. A wall of billowing orange flame grows up silently from the tank farm a mile away, like a time-lapse chrysanthemum. It is so vast and complicated in its blooming, uncontrolled growth that Rife stops halfway up the stairs to watch.
Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.
From a withered tree, a flower blooms
I pray, what flowers are these? The pansy this, O, that's for lover's thoughts.
Flowers are the earth laughing.
Where innocent bright-eyes daisies are With blades of grass between, Each daisy stands up like a star Out of a sky of green.
Flowers spring up unsown and die ungathered.
Hidden inside every flower are seeds of imagination, destiny and future dreams.
A flower blooms best in a happy pot.
This dramatic, hearty flower with its deep maroon made me so happy. I was so in love with its color, and it taught me that beauty could live in a seedy area. Not only live but also be strong!
There is not the least flower but seems to hold up its head, and to look pleasantly, in the secret sense of the goodness of its Heavenly Maker.
O fateful flower beside the rill- The Daffodil, the daffodil!
Beautiful and courageous flowers don't grow over night... They start as a seed in the ground. Within the depths of a dark place they burrow deep and with water and sunlight they arise to break through the soil and slowly grow into what they wish to become.
Spring comes: the flowers learn their colored shapes.
I don't make proper flower arrangements; mine just grow, like the garden.
Flowers that grow where old ones have withered serve to remind us that death will one day come to us all.
But I used to think," Josef says quietly, "that there are some weeds that are just as beautiful as flowers."
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Flowers grow out of dark moments.
Loveliest of any blossoming thing to her was that green stalk with its white bells. White was the most beautiful color she knew. Yet when she would say that to Amos he would remind her that the brown of the earth from which the flowers came was a good color too.
A flower blossoms for its own joy.
A flower bloomed already wilting. Beginning its life with an early ending.
One flower may slay the winter
and meet death.
Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.
The loveliest, sweetest flower that bloomed in paradise, and the first that died, has rarely blossomed since on mortal soil. It is so frail, so delicate, a thing, it is gone if it but look upon itself; and she who ventures to esteem it hers proves by that single thought she has it not.
The only amarantine flower on earth Is virtue.
You should see the way she smiles when I rattle off the names of the orchids in the greenhouse: oncidium, dendrobium, bulbophyllum, and epidendrum, tickling her face with each blossom. I wouldn't be surprised if 'Orchidaceae' was her first word.
The finest flowers are those transplanted, for transplanting means difficulty, a readjusting to new conditions, and through the effort put forth to find adjustment does the plant progress.
A flower is a plant's way of making love.
The flower is a jumble of thighs, the sun's harem - the most oriental thing imaginable.
Fair fresh leaves, and buds - and buds - tiny at first but swelling and working Magic until they burst and uncurled into cups of scent delicately spilling themselves over their brims and filling the garden air.
Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.
Shed no tear - O, shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Weep no more - O, weep no more!
Young buds sleep in the root's white core.
Flowers heal me. Tulips make me happy. I keep myself surrounded by them as soon as they start coming to the island from Canada, and after that when they come from the fields in La Connor, not far from where I live.
This is the rock garden.
In it, the stones
too are flowers
Flower and thorn are in the same stem.
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.
ground-growing shrub rather like a small azalea,' Madame is explaining when I return
Bud forth as the rose planted by the brooks of waters. Give ye a sweet odor as frankincense. Send forth flowers, as the lily ... and bring forth leaves in grace, and praise with canticles, and bless the Lord in his works. - Ecclesiasticus 39:17-19
The tints of autumn ... a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.
Never a daisy grows, but a mystery guideth the growing.