Where the most beautiful wild flowers grow, there mans spirit is fed and poets grow.
For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!
Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair.
He was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn.
He domesticated and developed the native wild flowers. He had one hill-side solidly clad with that low-growing purple verbena which mats over the hills of New Mexico. It was like a great violet velvet mantle thrown down in the sun; all the shades that the dyers and weavers of Italy and France strove for through centuries, the violet that is full of rose colour and is yet not lavender; the blue that becomes almost pink and then retreats again into sea-dark purple—the true Episcopal colour and countless variations of it.
Go for a short walk in a soft rain - lovely - so many wild flowers startling me through the woods and a lawn sprinkled with dandelions, like a night with stars. And through it all the sound of soft rain like the sound of innumerable earthworms stirring in the ground.
It is hard going to the door cut so small in the wall where the vision which echoes loneliness brings a scent of wild flowers in the wood.
He has created the poor savage with no guide but natural law, and it is to their hearts that He deigns to stoop. They are His wild flowers whose homeliness delights Him.
I hold no preference among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous.
The peach-bud glows, the wild bee hums, and wind-flowers wave in graceful gladness.
wild flowers should be enjoyed unplucked where they grow.
So will I build my altar in the fields, And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be, And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields Shall be the incense I will yield to thee.
What she did was to open our eyes to details of country life such as teaching us names of wild flowers and getting us to draw and paint and learn poetry.
You always have to remember - no matter what you're told - that God loves all the flowers, even the wild ones that grow on the side of the highway.
I had not thought of violets of late, The wild, shy kind that springs beneath you feet In wistful April days.
Flowers spring up unsown and die ungathered.
And wild-scatter'd cowslips bedeck the green dale.
Their lips brushed like young wild flowers in the wind.
If I'm honest, the thing I am proudest of is my varieties of wild flowers in the hay meadow.
I cut down trees, I skip and jump, I like to press wild flowers. I put on women's clothing and hang around in bars.
