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How like they are to human things!
      - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

May-flowers blooming around him.
  Fragrant, filling the air with a strange and wonderful sweetness.
      - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

These stars of earth, these golden flowers.
      - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
  One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
    When he call'd the flowers, so blue and golden,
      Stars that on earth's firmament do shine.
      - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Flowers
         (st. 1)

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.
      - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Flowers
         (st. 6)

The daisies' eyes are a-twinkle with happy tears of dew.
      - FitzHugh Ludlow

The flaming rose gloomed swarthy red;
  The borage gleams more blue;
    And low white flowers, with starry head,
      Glimmer the rich dusk through.
      - George MacDonald,
        Songs of the Summer Night (pt. III)

And I will make thee beds of roses,
  And a thousand fragrant posies.
      - Christopher Marlowe,
        The Passionate Shepherd to his Love
         (st. 3),
        said to be written by Shakespeare and Marlowe

Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.
      - John Milton, Paradise Lost
         (bk. IV, l. 256)

. . . at shut of evening flowers.
      - John Milton, Paradise Lost
         (bk. IX, l. 278)

A wilderness of sweets.
      - John Milton, Paradise Lost (bk. V, l. 294)

The bright consummate flower.
      - John Milton, Paradise Lost (bk. V, l. 481)

And touched by her fair tendance, gladlier grew.
      - John Milton, Paradise Lost
         (bk. VIII, l. 47)

The foxglove, with its stately bells
  Of purple, shall adorn thy dells;
    The wallflower, on each rifted rock,
      From liberal blossoms shall breathe down,
        (Gold blossoms frecked with iron-brown,)
          Its fragrance; while the hollyhock,
            The pink, and the carnation vie
              With lupin and with lavender,
                To decorate the fading year;
                  And larkspurs, many-hued, shall drive
                    Gloom from the groves, where red leaves lie,
                      And Nature seems but half alive.
      - David Macbeth Moir (known as Delta),
        The Birth of the Flowers (st. 14)

Flowers, leaves, fruit, are the air-woven children of light.
      - Jacob Moleschott

The purple heath and golden broom
  On moory mountains catch the gale,
    O'er lawns the lily sheds perfume,
      The violet in the vale.
      - James Montgomery

Sweet flowers alone can say what passion fears revealing.
      - Thomas Moore

Anemones and seas of gold,
  And new-blown lilies of the river,
    And those sweet flow'rets that unfold
      Their buds on Camadera's quiver.
      - Thomas Moore,
        Lalla Rookh--Light of the Harem

Yet, no--not words, for they
  But half can tell love's feeling;
    Sweet flowers alone can say
      What passion fears revealing:
        A once bright rose's wither'd leaf,
          A tow'ring lily broken,--
            Oh, these may paint a grief
              No words could e'er have spoken.
      - Thomas Moore, The Language of Flowers

The Wreath's of brightest myrtle wove
  With brilliant tears of bliss among it,
    And many a rose leaf cull'd by Love
      To heal his lips when bees have stung it.
      - Thomas Moore, The Wreath and the Chain

Forget-me-not, and violets, heavenly blue,
  Spring, glittering with the cheerful drops like dew.
      - Niklas Muller, The Paradise of Tears,
        translated by Bryant

People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
      - Iris Murdoch

Where flowers degenerate man cannot live.
      - Napoleon Bonaparte (Napoleon I)

"A milkweed, and a buttercup, and cowslip," said sweet Mary,
  "Are growing in my garden-plot, and this I call my dairy."
      - Peter Sheaf Hersey Newell, Her Dairy

"Of what are you afraid, my child?" inquired the kindly teacher.
  "Oh, sir! the flowers, they are wild," replied the timid creature.
      - Peter Sheaf Hersey Newell, Wild Flowers

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