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The Death of the Flowers The Melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit’s tread. The robin and the wren... Poet: William Cullen Bryant	Flowers I Will not have the mad Clytie, Whose head is turned by the sun; The tulip is a courtly quean, Whom, therefore, I will shun: The cowslip is a country wench, The violet is a nun;— But I will woo the dainty rose, The queen of every... Poet: Thomas Hood	Flowers of Evil (Shanks) Poet:	How many Flowers fail in Wood — How many Flowers fail in Wood — Or perish from the Hill — Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful — How many cast a nameless Pod Upon the nearest Breeze — Unconscious of the Scarlet... Poet:
I tend my flowers for thee — I tend my flowers for thee — Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia's Coral Seams Rip — while the Sower — dreams Geraniums — tint — and spot — Low Daisies — dot — My Cactus — splits her Beard To... Poet:	Poems and Baudelaire Flowers/Spleen When the low heavy sky weighs like a lid Upon the spirit aching for the light And all the wide horizon’s line is hid ... Poet:	Poems and Baudelaire Flowers/The Chastisement of Pride In those old times wherein Theology Flourished with greater sap and energy, A celebrated doctor—so they say— Having stirred many careless hearts one day Down to their dullest depths,... Poet:	Poems and Baudelaire Flowers/The Ransom To pay his ransom man must toil With Reason's implement alone ... Poet: