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Fair is the marigold, for pottage meet.

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Her heart was a passion-flower, bearing within it the crown of thorns and the cross of Christ.

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The beauteous pink I would not slight.
Pride of the gardener's leisure.

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The primrose banks how fair!

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A primrose by a river's brim,
A yellow primrose was to him,
And it was nothing more.

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Primroses, the Spring may love them;
Summer knows but little of them.

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And the saffron flower
Clear as a flame of sacrifice breaks out.

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The morning star of flowers.

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The pea is but a wanton witch
In too much haste to wed,
And clasps her rings on every hand.

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What loved little islands, twice seen in their lakes :
Can the wild water-lily restore.

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