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Listen," he said, raising himself up on one elbow. "You don't just decide one day you're going to run a marathon, right? You have to do some training first." "Aren't you being glib about this?" His hands slid around her, inside her sweater, touching her naked back. Everything in her wanted to melt. Oh, just let it go, she told herself. "Am I the marathon?" He smiled and nodded. "The New York Marathon." "The Boston is harder," she muttered. ..
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the roseSolution sweet.
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Flowers are the sweetest things that God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into.
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The bud may have a bitter taste,But sweet will be the flower.
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Not a flowerOf his unrivall'd pencil.
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The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.
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Full many a flower is born to blush unseenAnd waste its sweetness on the desert air.
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One thing is certain and the rest is lies;The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.
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Where flowers degenerate man cannot live.
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Say it with flowers.
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Flowers |
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I read flowers, not scriptures.
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Flowers |
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These flowers are like the pleasures of the world.
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In emerald tufts, flowers purple, blue, and white;Like sapphire, pearl and rich embroidery.
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To strew thy green with flowers; the yellows, blues,The purple violets, and marigolds.
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The fairest flowers o' the seasonAre our carnations and streak'd gillyvors.
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Roses red and violets blew,And all the sweetest flowres that in the forrest grew.
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The daisy, primrose, violet darkly blue;And polyanthus of unnumbered dyes.
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To me the meanest flower that blows can giveThoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
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Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.
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A wilderness of sweets.
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The bright consummate flower.
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And touched by her fair tendance, gladlier grew.
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The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks,Held out in the smoke, like stars by day.
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Who that has loved knows not the tender taleWhich flowers reveal, when lips are coy to tell?
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The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn,And violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.
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Flowers are wordsWhich even a babe may understand.
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Up from the gardens floated the perfumeOf roses and myrtle, in their perfect bloom.
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The flowers of the forest are a' wede away.
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Why does the rose her grateful fragrance yield,And yellow cowslips paint the smiling field?
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The daisy is fair, the day-lily rare,The bud o' the rose as sweet as it's bonnie.
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Roses, and pinks, and violets, to adornThe shrine of Flora in her early May.
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And the rose herself has gotPerfume which on earth is not.
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And I will make thee beds of roses,And a thousand fragrant posies.
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Forget-me-not, and violets, heavenly blue,Spring, glittering with the cheerful drops like dew.
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Here blushing Flora paints th' enamell'd ground.
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The violets ope their purple heads;The roses blow, the cowslip springs.
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The very flowers are sacred to the poor.
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To me the meanest flower that blows can giveThoughts that do often he too deep for tears.
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And 'tis my faith that every flowerEnjoys the air it breathes.
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The flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly.
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Hope smiled when your nativity was cast,Children of Summer!
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The mysteries that cups of flowers infoldAnd'all the gorgeous sights which fairies do behold.
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Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies,Let them live upon their praises.
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Anemone, so wellNamed of the wind, to which thou art all free.
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