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Tuppence was what my grandmother nicknamed my mother, so she gave it to me. My sister is called Angel, and my brother was going to be called Bubba or Sonny, until they let me and my sister name him Josh.
Bulb: potential flower buried in Autumn, never to be seen again.
A hothouse flower trained to bloom out of season and in the wrong climate. I do not belong.
Ah, is this thing that you call tinola a variety of lotus which makes people - er - forgetful?
jessamine. Flowering
T'is the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone.
Revolutionary Petunias: Blooming Gloriously For its Self
Moonlit plum tree-
wait,
spring will come.
Poppies bleed petals of sheer excess. You and I, this sweet battle ground.
An exquisite flower for my exquisite girl.
Hyacinth. Please forgive me.
wup-wup-wup" - Pil and Popo
Chrysanthemums from gilded argosy
Unload their gaudy senseless merchandise.
Orange, Longbottom.
A Halloween flower,
if ever there was one,
would smell like an onion,
have thorns like a rose.
With charcoal black petals
and vines that entangle,
t'would grow under moonlight
in mud, I suppose.
Yuvali struggled to put one foot in front of the other. The long leaves of a purple-flowered bush raked her forehead. The flower emerged from bulbous green tubes, unfolding toward the sun. The petals radiated like flecks in an eye, a whirlpool, a sea-shell." Ch.19
Tut, Tut, looks like rain
usually sees only at Christmas. At last he reached in and tenderly removed his gift of glass from the carton. "A geranium! I cannot believe it. A pelargonium
A rhododendron bud lavender-tipped. Soon a glory of blooms to clash with the cardinals and gladden the hummingbirds!
Now the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery
Daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty.
An un-blossomed rose, in the garden we want to grow.
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.
Purple lilies Dante blew To a larger bubble with his prophet breath.
Flower and thorn are in the same stem.
The flower of justice is peace,
Ladies, like variegated tulips, show
'Tis to their changes half their charms we owe.
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.
Life has always poppies in her hands.
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.
By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows!
Then I've been drunk, too," admitted Francie.
"On beer?"
"No. Last spring, in McCarren's Park, I saw a tulip for the first time in my life.
Up rose Robin Hood
Miss Marple made the kind of noise that would once have been written down as 'tut-tut'.
She [Pansy] pushed in next to Poppy so that she could see him around the guard's elbow. She was as tall as Poppy, with shining dark-brown hair and blue eyes. An utterly lovely girl, as all the princesses were, yet Oliver thought Petunia was far more beautiful.
You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known, Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own - What are you when the rose is blown?
Others said May was best, that sweet green time when lilacs bloomed and gardens along Main Street were filled with sugary pink peonies and Dutch tulips.
The flower of the present rosily blossomed.
My flower is ephemeral," the little prince said to himself, "and she has only four thorns to defend herself against the world. And I have left her on my planet, all alone!"
That was his first moment of regret. But he took courage once more.
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.
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 beautiful roses,
A flower blooms best in a happy pot.
May you love blossom like a lily.
What child has ever known the country and has not twined hundreds of fragrant wreaths with the yellow shining cowslip and the more frail and delicate violet - mingling here and there green leaves culled from the odorous eglantine, or, as we more commonly call it, sweetbriar.
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.
Deep in the drilled-in mud of the fields behind me, our bulbs are wrapped in their brittle skins with their messages of color stored inside. Blue iris, yellow crocus, tulips of all colors.
Hay una estrella mas abierta
que la palabra 'amapola'?
Is there a star more wide open
than the word 'poppy?
My flower is ephemeral, thought little prince. And she only has four thorns for protection! And I've left her all alone! That
The mangosteen, queen of the tropical fruit.
Augustus Waters was sitting on the front step as we pulled into the driveway. He was holding a bouquet of bright orange tulips just beginning to bloom.
And perhaps this is what Tukten knows - that the journey to Dolpo, step by step and day by day, is the Jewel in the Heart of the Lotus, the Tao, the Way, the Path, but no more so than small events of days at home.
Gorgeous flowerets in the sunlight shining, Blossoms flaunting in the eye of day, Tremulous leaves, with soft and silver lining, Buds that open only to decay.
A blossom full of promise is life's joy,
That never comes to fruit. Hope, for a time,
Suns the young floweret in its gladsome light,
And it looks flourishing
a little while
'T is pass'd, we know not whither, but 't is gone.
The Lilly girl is always full of surprises. She lives everyday like it's a celebration, never has a dull moment, and makes every hour a happy hour.
White lilies, the kind you would give to a bride or a corpse.
An exquisite invention this, Worthy of Love's most honeyed kiss,
This art of writing billet-doux
In buds, and odors, and bright hues! In saying all one feels and thinks In clever daffodils and pinks; In puns of tulips; and in phrases, Charming for their truth, of daisies.
(Health 5) Carrot
The blossom of our family, like one of those miraculous fruit tress that taps into an invisible vein of nurture and bears radiant bushels of plums while the trees around it merely go on living.
Pluck thou my flower, Oothoon the mild; Another flower shall spring, because the soul of sweet delight Can never pass away.
In our springtime
there is no better,
there is no worse.
Blossoming branches
burgeon as the must.
Some are long,
some are short.'
Stay upright.
Stay with life.
But show me just this one thing, my darling, i seek a heart stained like a poppy flower.
It's supposed to be jolly, with mistletoe and holly... and other things ending in olly.
I want to do with you what spring does with cherry trees.
The moon blows kisses to the evening primrose
What are some words that come to mind when you think of flowers?
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.
A Night-Blooming Flower, a Tsingano witch-boy, and a ... a Cassaline whatever. This is what Ysandre sends me. I must be mad.
...a cyclamen that looks like a flight of butterflies, frozen for a single, exquisite moment in the white heart of Time...
The wild-flower wreath of feeling, the sunbeam of the heart.
So, over the course of the last year, I've seen Lola blossom from a delicate flower into a durable weed!
There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky.
Your petal from the salty rose
I'm a sunflower with a cracked petal.
All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring
In goodly colours gloriously arrayed;
Go to my love, where she is careless laid
I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows.
When the sappy boughs Attire themselves with blooms, sweet rudiments Of future harvest.
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.
Sweet, loveable, and with every click revealing a new surprise, 'Botanicula' creates both a wonderful world where bees and twigs play in the universe and sets up a daring story of a group of unlikely heroes taking on a tree's last hope of survival.
A single pink poppy lay on the footpath, its roots still crusted with earth. I picked it up and it drooped forlornly in my hands.
voluptuous sluggard,
The butterfly is a flying flower,
The flower a tethered butterfly.
A lily-girl, not made for this world's pain.
She was like some rare flower grown for exhibition, a flower from which every bud had been nipped except the crowning blossom of her beauty.
The flower is a jumble of thighs, the sun's harem - the most oriental thing imaginable.
In the morning, I wake up and find a pomegranate on my doorstep: red and perfect, round as the world itself.
When May, with cowslip-braided locks,
Walks through the land in green attire.
And burns in meadow-grass the phlox
His torch of purple fire:
And when the punctual May arrives,
With cowslip-garland on her brow,
We know what once she gave our lives,
And cannot give us now!
The budding rose above the rose full blown.
Cerulean left. I wondered if she was from Flower Planet. Blue flowers were rare - one might take a name from that.
Treeple - all you need is be-leaf!
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie.
Beautiful flowers that are not anxious about tomorrow but live with ease in the timeless Now
Young foliage sweet bronze.
Most strongly scented of all wisterias.
Deep spring: overcome by my own perfume.
A flower that will always grow toward the sun." "And what does that make me?" she asked sourly. "Heart of oak, my girl," he said, redeeming himself entirely. "Heart of oak.
A brier rose whose buds yield fragrant harvest for the honey bee.
tureen of tragedy was best allotted by the spoonful.
The flower is here, so let's dance here.
Primroses, the Spring may love them; Summer knows but little of them.
It is daffodil time, so the robins all cry, For the sun's a big daffodil up in the sky, And when down the midnight the owl call to-whoo! Why, then the round moon is a daffodil too; Now sheer to the bough-tops the sap starts to climb, So, merry my masters, it's daffodil time.
A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.