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• Among the Redwoods

  Farewell to such a world! Too long I press
  The crowded pavement with unwilling feet.
  Pity makes pride, and hate breeds hatefulness, …

  Edward Rowland Sill

• Flowers

  Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
  One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
  When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, …

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• The Use of Flowers

  God might have bade the earth bring forth
  Enough for great and small,
  The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, …

  Mary Howitt

• Hymn to the Flowers

  Day-stars! that ope your frownless eyes to twinkle
  From rainbow galaxies of earth’s creation,
  And dew-drops on her lonely altars sprinkle …

  Horace Smith

• The Life of Flowers

  When hath wind or rain
  Borne hard upon weak plant that wanted me,
  And I (however they might bluster round) …

  Walter Savage Landor

• The Early Primrose

  Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire,
  Whose modest form, so delicately fine,
  Was nursed in whirling storms …

  Henry Kirke White

• To the Dandelion

  DEAR common flower, that grow’st beside the way,
  Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold!
  First pledge of blithesome May, …

  James Russell Lowell

• Trailing Arbutus

  DARLINGS of the forest!
  Blossoming, alone,
  When Earth’s grief is sorest …

  Rose Terry Cooke

• Early June

  From “Thyrsis”
  SO, some tempestuous morn in early June,
  When the year’s primal burst of bloom is o’er, …

  Matthew Arnold

• A September Violet

  For days the peaks wore hoods of cloud,
  The slopes were veiled in chilly rain;
  We said: It is the Summer’s shroud, …

  Robert Underwood Johnson

• The Wreath

  From the Greek by William M. Hardinge
  NOW will I weave white violets, daffodils
  With myrtle spray, …

  Meleager of Gadara

• Sunrise: A Hymn of the Marshes

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  IN my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain
  Of the live-oak, the marsh and the main. …

  Sidney Lanier

• The Ivy Green

  O, A DAINTY plant is the ivy green,
  That creepeth o’er ruins old!
  Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, …

  Charles Dickens

• The Mountain Fern

  Oh, the fern, the fern, the Irish hill fern,
  That girds our blue lakes from Lough Ine to Lough Erne,
  That waves on our crags like the plume of a king, …

  Arthur Gerald Geoghegan

• The Maize

  “That precious seed into the furrow cast
  Earliest in spring-time crowns the harvest last.”
  —PHŒBE CARY. …

  William Whiteman Fosdick

• The Pumpkin

  O, Greenly and fair in the lands of the sun,
  The vines of the gourd and the rich melon run,
  And the rock and the tree and the cottage enfold, …

  John Greenleaf Whittier

• The Daisy

  From the “Legend of Good Women”
  OF all the floures in the mede,
  Than love I most these floures white and rede, …

  Geoffrey Chaucer

• To a Mountain Daisy

  On Turning One Down with the Plough in April, 1786
  WEE, modest, crimson-tippèd flower,
  Thou ’s met me in an evil hour, …

  Robert Burns

• Copa de Oro

  (California Poppy)
  THY satin vesture richer is than looms
  Of Orient weave for raiment of her kings! …

  Ina Donna Coolbrith

• The Moss Rose

  Anonymous translation from the German
  THE ANGEL of the flowers, one day,
  Beneath a rose-tree sleeping lay,— …

  Friedrich Adolf Krummacher

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