A flowery bouquet of poesy.
"The water in the fountain was clearer and greener than an emerald; a maidenhair fern quivered, and a few rose petals floated, fallen from the bushes above."
(Gabriele D'Annunzio - Il Piacere)
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"A little garden not too fine,
Enclosed with painted pales.
And woodbine round the cot to twine,
Pin to the wall with nails.
Let hazels grow, and spindling sedge,
Bent bowering overhead;
Dig 'old man's beard' from woodland hedge
To twine a summer shade."
(John Clare)
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"It was the sweetest, most mysterious-looking place anyone could imagine. The high walls which shut it in were covered with the leafless stems of climbing roses, which were so thick that they were matted together......"
(Frances Hodgson Burnett - The Secret Garden)
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"It was the morning of the sixth of May,
And May had painted with her soft showers
A garden full of leaves and flowers.
A man's hand had arrayed it with such craft
There never was a garden of such price
But if it were the very Paradise."
(Geoffrey Chaucer - The Franklin's Tale, The Canterbury Tales)
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