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The gentle race of flowers
  Are lying in their lowly beds.
      - William Cullen Bryant

Where fall the tears of love the rose appears,
  And where the ground is bright with friendship's tears,
    Forget-me-not, and violets, heavenly blue,
      Spring glittering with the cheerful drops like dew.
      - William Cullen Bryant,
        trans. of N. Muller's "Paradise of Tears"

The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago,
  And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow;
    But on the hills the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood,
      And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood,
        Till fell the first from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men,
          And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland glade and glen.
      - William Cullen Bryant,
        Death of the Flowers

Who that has loved knows not the tender tale
  Which flowers reveal, when lips are coy to tell?
      - Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton,
        Corn Flowers--The First Violets
         (bk. I, st. 1)

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.
      - Robert Burns,
        Elegy on Capt. Matthew Henderson

Now blooms the lily by the bank,
  The primrose down the brae;
    The hawthorn's budding in the glen,
      The milkwhite is the slae.
      - Robert Burns,
        Lament of Mary, Queen of Scots

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn,
  And violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.
      - Robert Burns, My Nanny's Awa

Rose, what is become of thy delicate hue?
  And where is the violet's beautiful blue?
    Does aught of its sweetness the blossom beguile?
      That meadow, those daisies, why do they not smile?
      - John Byrom, A Pastoral (st. 8)

Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you 'tis true:
  Yet wildings of nature, I dote upon you,
    For ye waft me to summers of old,
      When the earth teem'd around me with fairy delight,
        And when daisies and buttercups gladden'd my sight,
          Like treasures of silver and gold.
      - Thomas Campbell, Field Flowers

The milk-white lilies that lean from the fragrant hedge.
      - Alice Cary

The berries of the brier rose
  Have lost their rounded pride:
    The bitter-sweet chrysanthemums
      Are drooping heavy-eyed.
      - Alice Cary, Faded Leaves

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.
      - Phoebe Cary, Spring Flowers

The little flower which sprung up through the hard pavement of poor Picciola's prison was beautiful from contrast with the dreary sterility which surrounded it. So here amid rough walls, are there fresh tokens of nature. And O, the beautiful lessons which flowers teach to children, especially in the city! The child's mind can grasp with ease the delicate suggestions of flowers.
      - Edwin Hubbell Chapin

Flowers should deck the brow of the youthful bride, for they are in themselves a lovely type of marriage. They should twine round the tomb, for their perpetually renewed beauty is a symbol of the resurrection. They should festoon the altar, for their fragrance and their beauty ascend in perpetual worship before the Most High.
      - Mrs. Lydia Maria Child

How the universal heart of man blesses flowers! They are wreathed round the cradle, the marriage altar, and the tomb.
      - Mrs. Lydia Maria Child

Hope's gentle gem, the sweet forget-me-not.
      - Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Ye living flowers, that skirt the eternal frost!
      - Samuel Taylor Coleridge

There spring the wild-flowers--fair as can be.
      - Eliza Cook

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.
      - Susan Coolidge (pseudonym of Sarah Chauncey Woolsey),
        Time to Go

Not a flower
  But shows some touch, in freckle, streak or stain,
    Of his unrivall'd pencil. He inspires
      Their balmy odors, and imparts their hues,
        And bathes their eyes with nectar, and includes
          In grains as countless as the seaside sands,
            The forms with which he sprinkles all the earth
              Happy who walks with him!
      - William Cowper, Task (bk. VI, l. 241)

Flowers are words
  Which even a babe may understand.
      - Bishop Arthur Cleveland Coxe,
        The Singing of Birds

A flower falls, even though we love it; and a weed grows, even though we do not love it.
      - Dogen

Like saintly vestals, pale in prayer, their pure breath sanctifies the air.
      - Julia Caroline Ripley Dorr

With fragrant breath the lilies woo me now, and softly speaks the sweet-voiced mignonette.
      - Julia Caroline Ripley Dorr

The harebells nod as she passes by,
  The violet lifts its tender eye,
    The ferns bend her steps to greet,
      And the mosses creep to her dancing feet.
      - Julia Caroline Ripley Dorr, Over the Wall

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