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The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, And violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.
Robert Burns
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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
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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
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At my age flowers scare me.
— George Burns
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I have loved flowers that fade, Within those magic tents Rich hues have marriage made With sweet unmemoried scents.
— Robert Seymour Bridges
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Thick on the woodland floor Gay company shall be, Primrose and Hyacinth And frail Anemone, Perennial Strawberry-bloom, Woodsorrel's pencilled veil, Dishevel'd Willow-weed And Orchis purple and pale.
— Robert Seymour Bridges
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