My poems will be deeds, my flowers the hard-earned wealth that has a soul, which I shall lay at your feet.
"The Clansman" by Thomas Dixon
She is now buried in 'the wild morass;' and never, never shall she return to Egypt with the flower she sought.
"The Sand-Hills of Jutland" by Hans Christian Andersen
But if a flower blooms, what man shall ask why?
"It Could Be Anything" by John Keith Laumer
The flower fadeth: But the word of our God shall stand for ever.
"Select Masterpieces of Biblical Literature" by Various
You shall have some of my flowers; oh, yes, I can spare you plenty.
"Rosin the Beau" by Laura Elizabeth Howe Richards
The flowers that you will praise, I shall call beautiful; those that you will condemn, I shall call ugly.
"The Silver Lining" by John Roussel
Old walled gardens, gay with flowers, shall stretch right and left.
"The Beauties of Nature" by Sir John Lubbock
I shall dance around the flower beds and scream.
"The Belovéd Vagabond" by William J. Locke
We shall not make many suggestions about flowers.
"How Girls Can Help Their Country" by Juliette Low
But I shall always remember her as she looked that June morning, holding roses in her hand, and wreathed with orange flowers.
"The Best of the World's Classics, Restricted to Prose, Vol. X (of X) - America - II, Index" by Various
And some, who walk in calmness here,
Shall shudder as they reach the door
Where one who made their dwelling dear,
Its flower, its light, is seen no more.
"The Crowded Street" by William Cullen Bryant
Oh, what shall I believe?
Does he think himself to weave?
And the yarn that I spin,
Lo, he thinks to weave it in?
And so soon as the Spring
Flowers shall bring?
"The Spinner" by Bjornstjerne Bjornson
I wrought the magic of desire
And I have found the joy thereof
Upon the flower-strewn ways of love,
Where never earthly foot may tire;
And further none shall e'er aspire.
"In The Cafe " by E J Rupert Atkinson
Yet shall the flowers lie riven,
And lips forget to kiss;
The stars fade out of heaven,
And lights lead us amiss--
As love for which we've striven;
As hope that promises.
"One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part II" by Madison Julius Cawein
SHALL he, on whom the fair lord, Delphicus,
Turned gracious eyes and countenance of shine,
Be left to lie without a wreath from us,
To sleep without a flower upon his shrine?
"In Memoriam — Nicol Drysdale Stenhouse" by Henry Kendall
Come, love, delay not; come, and slay my dread!
Already is the banquet table spread;
In the cool chamber flower-strewn is my bed:
Come, love, what king shall keep us long alone?
"The Two Sides Of The River" by William Morris