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In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash'd palings, Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green, with many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love, With every leaf a miracle - and from this bush in the dooryard, With delicate-color'd blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green, A sprig with its flower I break. By Walt Whitman Green Leaves Rich Dooryard Heartshaped

I pray, what flowers are these? The pansy this, O, that's for lover's thoughts. By George Chapman Pray Flowers Thoughts Pansy Lover

Bright cut flowers, leaves of green, bring about what I have seen By Amy Brecount White Bright Flowers Leaves Green Bring

Daffodils,That come before the swallow dares, and takeThe winds of March with beauty. By William Shakespeare March Daffodilsthat Dares Beauty Swallow

I think I will drink my hemlock now.... By Tracy Groot Drink Hemlock

A rhododendron bud lavender-tipped. Soon a glory of blooms to clash with the cardinals and gladden the hummingbirds! By Dave Beard Lavendertipped Rhododendron Bud Hummingbirds Glory

Your body is a hyacinth,Into which a monk dips his waxy fingers.Our silence is a black cavern,From which a soft animal steps at times And slowly lowers heavy eyelids. On your temples black dew drips,The last gold of expired stars By Georg Trakl Eyelids Black Body Hyacinthinto Monk

Lilac Rose LaRoux. Untouchable. Toxic. I should've been named Ivy, or Foxglove, or Belladonna. By Amie Kaufman Rose Lilac Laroux Untouchable Toxic

On the other side of the village Havaa was studying the pale blue flowers on her mother's skirt, annoyed she couldn't find them in the Caucasian flora guide. Why invent flowers when so many real ones would be honored to find their faces on a skirt? By Anthony Marra Havaa Caucasian Skirt Annoyed Guide

seem to bear flowers or By Yann Martel Bear Flowers

That headlong ivy! not a leaf will grow But thinking of a wreath, ... I like such ivy; bold to leap a height 'Twas strong 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. By Elizabeth Barrett Browning Ivy Headlong Grow Twas Wreath

Hygge has been called everything from "the art of creating intimacy," "coziness of the soul," and "the absence of annoyance," to "taking pleasure from the presence of soothing things," "cozy togetherness," and my personal favorite, "cocoa by candlelight". Hygge By Meik Wiking Hygge Intimacy Coziness Soul Annoyance

death poem of Hyakka, By Richard Flanagan Hyakka Death Poem

What are some words that come to mind when you think of flowers? By Colleen Hoover Flowers Words Mind

The cooing of pigeons, nesting in the wall outside; shimmering and unexpected like a first hyacinth gently tearing open its nutritious heart to release its flower of sound, mauve and satin-soft, letting into my still dark and shuttered bedroom as through an opened window the warmth, the brightness, the fatigue of a first fine day. By Marcel Proust Pigeons Nesting Shimmering Sound Mauve

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. By Vincent Van Gogh Hedges Beginning Love Flowers Greenery

Man needs bread and hyacinths: one to feed the body, and one to feed the soul. By Sharon Creech Feed Man Hyacinths Body Soul

Beautiful homes with beautiful flowers By Lailah Gifty Akita Flowers Beautiful Homes

Gardens can be sharp and spiky as well as rose-embowered and honeysuckle-twined: there are corners and settings where thistles are not such an asinine taste after all. By Robin Lane Fox Gardens Honeysuckletwined Sharp Spiky Roseembowered

Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us. By Edwin Arnold Almond Blossom Teach Spring Days

Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain. By Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni Fenugreek Tuesday Spice Rain Air

I'm more of a thistle-peony-basil kind of girl. By Vanessa Diffenbaugh Kind Girl

Blue Juneberry, tough diamond willow. By Louise Erdrich Juneberry Blue Tough Willow Diamond

Hyacinth took out a bottle of rum, and Phaedra raised her eyebrows, a reflex she'd acquired upon seeing her father and mother under its influence, their eyes and mouths turned wilder, as if a cork at the edges of their personalities had come unscrewed. By Naomi Jackson Phaedra Hyacinth Rum Eyebrows Influence

Hyacinth bean and papayas, long vines, deep roots. Palm trees outside the garden walls, with deep roots, stand a thousand years. By Lisa See Roots Hyacinth Papayas Long Vines

Enchanted Garden at last. The silent garden with the sweet smell of stocks, gardenias and roses, this garden I so often walk in my dreams. Sleep By Gerda Taljaard Garden Enchanted Sleep Stocks Gardenias

I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows. By William Shakespeare Blows Grows Place Wild Thyme

Foster the beautiful, and every hour thou tallest new flowers to birth. By Friedrich Schiller Foster Beautiful Birth Hour Thou

Some distance away is a white azalea bush which stuns me with its stately beauty. This is pristine natural beauty. it is irrepressible, seeks no reward, and is without goal, a beauty derived neither from symbolism nor metaphor and needing neither analogies nor associations. By Gao Xingjian Beauty Distance White Azalea Bush

Sweet is the air with the budding haws, and the valley stretching for miles belowIs white with blossoming cherry-trees, as if just covered with lighted snow. By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Sweet Haws Cherrytrees Snow Air

It cannot be defeated: Just when a gardener thinks he has won and eradicated it from his lawn, a rain would bring the yellow florets right back. Yet it's never arrogant: Its color and fragrance never overwhelm those of another. Immensely practical, its leaves are delicious and medicinal, while its roots loosen hard soils, so that it acts as a pioneer for other more delicate flowers. But best of all, it's a flower that lives in the soil but dreams of the skies. When its seeds take to the wind, it will go farther and see more than any pampered rose, tulip, or marigold. By Ken Liu Defeated Lawn Back Gardener Won

When the sappy boughs Attire themselves with blooms, sweet rudiments Of future harvest. By John Phillips Attire Blooms Sweet Harvest Sappy

The tea kettle whistled, and Melissa poured it over the tea at the bottom of the glass pot. While it steeped, Melissa opened the back door to her favorite sight in her corner of the world - her herb and butterfly garden. Blue and purple lupine, shocking pink four o'clocks, orange poppies, and sunny-yellow damiana greeted her, still shaded by the fig tree on the east side of the garden. By Leslie Leigh Tea Melissa Whistled Pot Garden

Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping. By William Shakespeare Mints Savory Marjoram Hot Lavender

Humid the air! Leafless, yet soft as spring. The tender purple spray on copse and briers! And that sweet city with her dreaming spires, she needs not June for beauty's heightening. Lovely all the time she lies ... By Matthew Arnold Humid Air Leafless Spring June

Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose. By John Milton Flowers Hue Rose Thorn

The only amarantine flower on earth Is virtue. By William Cowper Virtue Amarantine Flower Earth

Botany, the eldest daughter of medicine. By Johann Hermann Baas Botany Medicine Eldest Daughter

O fateful flower beside the rill- The Daffodil, the daffodil! By Jean Ingelow Daffodil Rill Fateful Flower

And then the rose-border. What intensity in those odorous buds of the Bon Silene, making the very spirit bound as though a message had reached it from heaven. And the verbena bed is compassed with fitful fragrance. Even the pansies, with their dewy eyes, are ready to rival the violets now ... Nor must the purple buds of the calycanthus be forgotten. 'Sweet-scented shrub' indeed; for let me hide but a single one of these in some fold of my dress, and the spices of Araby will float around me till the evening. By Sarah Smiley Roseborder Buds Silene Bon Making

Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads, Great, hollow, bell-like flowers By Jean Toomer Great Hollow Thunder Heads Belllike

White lilies, the kind you would give to a bride or a corpse. By Kate Atkinson White Lilies Corpse Kind Give

In the deep shadow of the porchA slender bind-weed springs,And climbs, like airy acrobat,The trellises, and swingsAnd dances in the golden sunIn fairy loops and rings. By Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Climbs Trellises Rings Deep Shadow

The FlowerOnce in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed. To and fro they went Thro' my garden-bower, And muttering discontent Cur'd me and my flower. Then it grew so tall It wore a crown of light, But thieves from o'er the wall Stole the seed by night. Sow'd it far and wide By every town and tower, Till all the people cried, "Splendid is the flower." Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed. And some are pretty enough, And some are poor indeed; And now again the people Call it but a weed. By Alfred Tennyson Flower People Seed Floweronce Golden

The thistle is a prince. Let any man that has an eye for beauty take a view of the whole plant, and where will he see a more expressive grace and symmetry; and where is there a more kingly flower? By Henry Ward Beecher Prince Thistle Plant Symmetry Flower

Some brave chrysanthemums still stood in the country gardens, but they looked like bedraggled survivors of a battle, barely able to hold their tattered banners upright. October was at the gates and autumn was in full retreat. By Patricia Moyes Gardens Battle Barely Upright Brave

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. By Han Yu Return Beauty Plants Spring Kinds

I stopped in front of a florist's window. Behind me, the screeching and throbbing boulevard vanished. Gone, too, were the voices of newspaper vendors selling their daily poisoned flowers. Facing me, behind the glass curtain, a fairyland. Shining, plump carnations, with the pink voluptuousness of women about to reach maturity, poised for the first step of a sprightly dance; shamelessly lascivious gladioli; virginal branches of white lilac; roses lost in pure meditation, undecided between the metaphysical white and the unreal yellow of a sky after the rain. By Emil Dorian Window Stopped Front Florist White

Spread over what must have been at least a hectare or two was the most beautiful garden he had ever seen. There was an entire miniature forest of cedar, cypress, and other sweet-smelling pines that couldn't normally live in the hot and dry Agrabah. There were formal rows of roses and other delicately petaled flowers. There was a garden just of mountain plants. There was a pool filled with flowering white lilies and their pads, and pink lotuses taller than most men. There was a fountain as big as a house and shaped like an egg. There was a delicate white aviary that looked like a giant's birdcage. Strangely, there were no birds in it. And everywhere, entwined around every tiny building and every balustrade and every topiary ball, was jasmine. White jasmine, pink jasmine, yellow jasmine, night-flowering jasmine... the smell was heady enough to make Aladdin feel a little drunk. Jasmine.This was her garden. By Liz Braswell Jasmine Garden Spread White Hectare

Through the open door A drowsy smell of flowers -grey heliotrope And white sweet clover, and shy mignonette Comes fairly in, and silent chorus leads To the pervading symphony of Peace. By John Greenleaf Whittier Peace Flowers Grey Clover Open

Beautiful flowers that are not anxious about tomorrow but live with ease in the timeless Now By Eckhart Tolle Beautiful Flowers Anxious Tomorrow Live

Lilacs out of the dead land, mixingMemory and desire, stirringDull roots with spring rain.Winter kept us warm, coveringEarth in forgetful snow, feedingA little life with dried tubers. By T. S. Eliot Lilacs Land Mixingmemory Desire Stirringdull

If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul. By John Greenleaf Whittier Bereft Loaves Sell Dole Buy

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! By Drew Barrymore Dramatic Hearty Happy Flower Deep

Every herbalist has their favorite plant. Mine is Rhodiola rosea. By Chris Kilham Plant Herbalist Favorite Rhodiola Mine

The evergreen! How beautiful, how welcome, how wonderful the evergreen! When one thinks of it, how astonishing a variety of nature! In some countries we know that the tree that sheds its leaf is the variety, but that does not make it less amazing, that the same soil and the same sun should nurture plants differing in the first rule and law of their existence. By Jane Austen Evergreen Variety Beautiful Wonderful Nature

... the garden gleams with summer jewelry. We live vy simply - but with all the essentials of life well understood & well provided for - hot baths, cold champagne, new peas, & old brandy. By Winston S. Churchill Jewelry Simply Understood Hot Baths

Simplest of blossoms! To mine eyeThou bring'st the summer's painted sky;The May-thorn greening in the nook;The minnows sporting in the brook;The bleat of flocks; the breath of flowers;The song of birds amid the bowers;The crystal of the azure seas;The music of the southern breeze;And, over all, the blessed sun,Telling of halcyon days begun. By David Macbeth Moir Simplest Blossoms Maythorn Sky Nook

A brier rose whose buds yield fragrant harvest for the honey bee. By Letitia Elizabeth Landon Bee Brier Rose Buds Yield

Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint,And sweet thyme true,Primrose, first born child of Ver,Merry Spring-time's harbinger. By Francis Beaumont Springtime Daisies Smellless Trueprimrose Harbinger

Close to the Gates a spacious Garden lies, From the Storms defended and inclement Skies; Four Acres was the allotted Space of Ground, Fenc'd with a green Enclosure all around. Tall thriving Trees confessed the fruitful Mold: The reddening Apple ripens here to Gold, Here the blue Fig with luscious Juice overflows, With deeper Red the full Pomegranate glows, The Branch here bends beneath the weighty Pear, And verdant Olives flourish round the Year. By Homer Skies Ground Fenc Gates Garden

So green this summer and so fresh. There are white and gold daisies among the grass in front of an old wire fence, a meadow with some cows and far in the distance a low rising of the land with something golden on it. Hard to know what it is. No need to know. By Robert M. Pirsig Fresh Green Summer Fence Hard

People are mostly layers of violence and tenderness wrapped like bulbs, and it is difficult to say what makes them onions or hyacinths. By Eudora Welty People Bulbs Hyacinths Layers Violence

Perched up on salvaged bricks, the half-pipes made perfect planters with an industrial edge that oddly complemented Sugar's pretty favorites: pansies, lantana, verbena and heliotrope.She laid two of them by the long wall of the taller building next door and planted a clematis vine at one end and a moonflower vine at the other: the clematis because the variety she picked had the prettiest purple bloom and the moonflower because it opened in the early evening and emanated a heavenly scent just when a person most felt like smelling one. By Sarah-Kate Lynch Vine Clematis Moonflower Sugar Pansies

The rich, sweet smell of the hayricks rose to his chamber window; the hundred perfumes of the little flower-garden beneath scented the air around; the deep-green meadows shone in the morning dew that glistened on every leaf as it trembled in the gentle air: and the birds sang as if every sparkling drop were a fountain of inspiration to them. By Charles Dickens Air Rich Sweet Window Smell

The first pale blossom of the unripened year. By Anna Letitia Barbauld Year Pale Blossom Unripened

Dutifully, the Count put the spoon in his mouth. In an instant, there was the familiar sweetness of fresh honey---sunlit, golden, and gay. Given the time of year, the Count was expecting this first impression to be followed by a hint of lilacs from the Alexander Gardens or cherry blossoms from the Garden Ring. But as the elixir dissolved on his tongue, the Count became aware of something else entirely. Rather than the flowering trees of Central Moscow, the honey had a hint of a grassy riverbank.....the trace of a summer breeze......a suggestion of a pergola.....But most of all there was the unmistakable essence of a thousand apple trees in bloom. "Nizhny Novgorod", he said. And it was. By Amor Towles Count Dutifully Mouth Put Spoon

the incessant seethe of grasses By Sylvia Plath Grasses Incessant Seethe

Some of the plants have obituary names: Iris, Basil, Rue, Rosemary, and Verbena. Some, like meadowsweet and cowslips, sweet flag and spikenard, are like the names of Shakespeare fairies. By Chuck Palahniuk Iris Basil Rue Rosemary Verbena

The little windflower, whose just opened eye is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at. By William C. Bryant Windflower Opened Eye Blue Spring

Daffodils are yellow trumpets of spring By Richard L. Ratliff Daffodils Spring Yellow Trumpets

The wild-flower wreath of feeling, the sunbeam of the heart. By Fitz-Greene Halleck Feeling Heart Wildflower Wreath Sunbeam

Like the fires caught and fixed by a great colourist from the impermanence of the atmosphere and the sun, so that they should enter and adorn a human dwelling, they invited me, those chrysanthemums, to put away all my sorrows and to taste with a greedy rapture during that tea-time hour the all-too-fleeting pleasures of November, whose intimate and mysterious splendour they set ablaze all around me. By Marcel Proust November Sun Dwelling Chrysanthemums Pleasures

The pleached bower,Where honeysuckles ripened by the sunForbid the sun to enter, like favoritesMade proud by princes, that advance their prideAgainst that power that bred it. By William Shakespeare Enter Princes Pleached Bowerwhere Honeysuckles

The feathery palms that lined the drainage canals, the acacia thorns and sycamores, all glistened with the sheen of new, pale-green leaves, and in Khaemwaset's gardens the vivid clusters of flowers had begun to bloom with an abandon that assaulted the eyes and filled the nostrils with delight. By Pauline Gedge Khaemwaset Canals Sycamores Palegreen Leaves

It was amazing how flowers could grow in the damnedest places, but the Devlin weed patch had sprouted quite a wildflower in Faith. By Linda Howard Faith Devlin Places Amazing Flowers

Poison or elixir, narcotic or aphrodisiac, whatever it was, this flower, relic of a day in the life of an accidental writer, an inadvertent counterfeiter leaving his traces in code, the birds were coming to try it, performing a dance for no one and flying up toward the moon. By Cesar Aira Poison Elixir Narcotic Aphrodisiac Flower

The Lily of the valley, breathing in the humble grassAnswer'd the lovely maid and said: I am a watry weed,And I am very small, and love to dwell in lowly vales;So weak, the gilded butterfly scarce perches on my head;Yet I am visited from heaven, and he that smiles on allWalks in the valley and each morn over me spreads his hand,Saying: 'Rejoice, thou humble grass, thou new-born lily flower, By William Blake Thou Rejoice Lily Valley Humble

The FlowersAll the names I know from nurse:Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse,Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock,And the Lady Hollyhock.Fairy places, fairy things,Fairy woods where the wild bee wings,Tiny trees for tiny damesThese must all be fairy names!Tiny woods below whose boughsShady fairies weave a house;Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme,Where the braver fairies climb!Fair are grown-up people's trees,But the fairest woods are these;Where, if I were not so tall,I should live for good and all By Robert Louis Stevenson Tiny Lady Shepherd Woods Gardener

Is not thy home among the flowers? By William C. Bryant Flowers Thy Home

Spying a heavy growth of watercress on the bank of a wet meadow, Amelia went to examine it. Grasping a bunch, she pulled until the delicate stems snapped. "Watercress is plentiful here, isn't it? I've heard it can be made into a fine salad or sauce." "It's also a medicinal herb. The Rom call it panishok. My grandmother used to put it in poultices for sprains or injuries. And it's a powerful love tonic. For women, especially." "A what?" The delicate greenery fell from her nerveless fingers. "If a man wishes to reawaken his lover's interest, he feeds her watercress. It's a stimulant of the - " "Don't tell me! Don't!" Rohan laughed, a mocking gleam in his eyes. By Lisa Kleypas Amelia Watercress Spying Meadow Heavy

It always seemed to me that the herbaceous peony is the very epitome of June. Larger than any rose, it has something of the cabbage rose's voluminous quality; and when it finally drops from the vase, it sheds its petticoats with a bump on the table, all in an intact heap, much as a rose will suddenly fall, making us look up from our book or conversation, to notice for one moment the death of what had still appeared to be a living beauty. By Vita Sackville-West June Rose Herbaceous Peony Epitome

Hygge" is like a good hug - but without the physical contact. By Iben Dissing Sandahl Hygge Hug Contact Good Physical

The tree that God plants, no winde hurts it. By George Herbert God Plants Tree Winde Hurts

The hydrangeas are clipped for the winter and there is a gardener with rum on his breath (and odd socks on his feet) who offers to show you the scars on his back, the droppings of a wallaby, the scratchings of a bandicoot or a leech which he will pull inside out with the aid of a twig- T'only way to kill'un, missus. By Peter Carey Tonly Missus Breath Feet Back

Below these words was the garden's name in English: EVENING MISTS. I felt I was about to enter a place that existed only in the overlapping of air and water, light and time. By Tan Twan Eng English Evening Mists Words Garden

After Nicholas hung up the phone, he watched his mother carry buckets and garden tools across the couch grass toward a bed that would, come spring, be brightly ablaze as tropical coral with colorful arctotis, impatiens, and petunias. Katherine dug with hard chopping strokes, pulling out wandering jew and oxalis, tossing the uprooted weeds into a black pot beside her.The garden will be beautiful, he thought. But how do the weeds feel about it? Sacrifices must be made. By Stephen M. Irwin Nicholas Impatiens Phone Spring Arctotis

Beesdig the plum blossoms By Charles Olson Beesdig Blossoms Plum

When the clouds shake their hyssops, and the rainLike holy water falls upon the plain,'Tis sweet to gaze upon the springing grainAnd see your harvest born.And sweet the little breeze of melodyThe blackbord puffs upon the budding tree,While the wild poppy lights upon the leaAnd blazes 'mid the corn. By Francis Ledwidge Sweet Tis Hyssops Plain Blazes

Amongst the flowers you always feel yourself you are endlessly far away from all the dangers! By Mehmet Murat Ildan Dangers Flowers Feel Endlessly

Dark-green and gemm'd with flowers of snow, With close uncrowded branches spread Not proudly high, nor meanly low, A graceful myrtle rear'd its head. By James Montgomery Darkgreen Snow High Low Head

Never overlook wallflower at dance; may be dandelion in grass. By Confucius Dance Grass Overlook Wallflower Dandelion

In your Curled petals what ghosts Of blue headlands and seas, What perfumed immortal breath sighing Of Greece. By Adelaide Crapsey Greece Curled Seas Petals Ghosts

Those herbs which perfume the air most delightfully, not passed by as the rest, but, being trodden upon and crushed, are three; that is, burnet, wild thyme and watermints. Therefore, you are to set whole alleys of them, to have the pleasure when you walk or tread. By Francis Bacon Burnet Delightfully Rest Crushed Wild

What will the solemn Hemlock- What will the Oak tree say? By Emily Dickinson Hemlock Oak Solemn Tree

All the world over we are very conscious of the trees in spring, and watch with delight how the network of twigs on the wych-elms is becoming spangled with tiny puce flowers, like little beetles caught in a spider's web, and how little lemon-colored buds are studding the thorn. While as to the long red-gold buds of the horse-chestnuts - they come bursting out with a sort of a visual bang. And now the beech is hatching its tiny perfectly-formed leaves By Hope Mirrlees Buds Spring Flowers Web Thorn

Still grows the vivacious lilac a generation after the door and lintel and the sill are gone, unfolding its sweet-scented flowers each spring, to be plucked by the musing traveller; planted and tended once by children's hands, in front-yard plots - now standing by wallsides in retired pastures, and giving place to new-rising forests; - the last of that stirp, sole survivor of that family. Little did the dusky children think that the puny slip with its two eyes only, which they stuck in the ground in the shadow of the house and daily watered, would root itself so, and outlive them, and house itself in the rear that shaded it, and grown man's garden and orchard, and tell their story faintly to the lone wanderer a half-century after they had grown up and died - blossoming as fair, and smelling as sweet, as in that first spring. I mark its still tender, civil, cheerful lilac colors. By Henry David Thoreau Spring Children Unfolding Traveller Planted

Sharp-angled blades of sunlight sliced open the heavy green canopy above, bleeding lemon-yellow splashes of warmth and light into the cool shade of my private oasis. Here, By Beem Weeks Sharpangled Bleeding Oasis Blades Sunlight

Desire's wind blasts the thorntree but after it becomes from a bramblebush to be a rose upon the rood of time. By James Joyce Desire Time Wind Blasts Thorntree

garden. I have been defeated, By Michael D. O'brien Garden Defeated