|
b764e1a
|
And lilies are still lilies, pulledBy smutty hands, though spotted from their white.
|
|
|
Lilies |
|
e8e211e
|
Purple lilies Dante blewTo a larger bubble with his prophet breath.
|
|
|
Lilies |
|
905f9f5
|
The lily is all in white, like a saint,And so is no mate for me.
|
|
|
Lilies |
|
e21edb1
|
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin.
|
|
|
Lilies |
|
cd3c61f
|
For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.
|
|
|
Lilies |
|
a21b57f
|
Gracious as sunshine, sweet as dew Shut in a lily's golden core.
|
|
|
Lilies |
|
9d0f719
|
How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily.
|
|
|
Lilies |