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I saw the sweetest flower wild nature
yields. A fresh Blown musk rose; ‘twas the first that threw its
sweets upon the summer, by John
Keats. |
While the Lily white
shall in love delight. Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her Beauty
Bright. ‘The Lily’ by William Blake. |
And ‘tis my faith that
every flower
Enjoys the air it Breathes. Lines written in early spring by William
Wordsworth. |
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