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THE FLOWERS OF PERDITA HERE's flowers for you ; Hot lavender , mints , savory , marjoram ; The marigold , that goes to bed wi ' the sun , And with him rises weeping : these are flowers Of middle summer , and I think they are given To ...
THE FLOWERS OF PERDITA HERE's flowers for you ; Hot lavender , mints , savory , marjoram ; The marigold , that goes to bed wi ' the sun , And with him rises weeping : these are flowers Of middle summer , and I think they are given To ...
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... and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more , And still more , later flowers for the bees , Until they think warm days will never cease , For Summer has o'er - brimm'd their clammy cells .
... and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more , And still more , later flowers for the bees , Until they think warm days will never cease , For Summer has o'er - brimm'd their clammy cells .
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Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls , Come hither , the dances are done , In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls , Queen lily and rose in one ; Shine out , little head , sunning over with curls , To the flowers , and be their sun ...
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls , Come hither , the dances are done , In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls , Queen lily and rose in one ; Shine out , little head , sunning over with curls , To the flowers , and be their sun ...
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