FLOWERS BY THE POETS. 
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DAISY. 
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With little here to do or see 
Of things that in the great world be. 
Sweet Daisy ! oft I talk to thee, 
For thou art worthy. 
Thou unassuming common-place 
Of nature, with that homely face. 
And yet with something of a grace, 
Which Love makes for thee ! 
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Sweet silent creature ! 
That breath’st with me in sun and air, 
Do thou, as thou art wont, repair 
My heart with gladness, and a share 
Of thy meek nature ! 
Wordsworth. 
PANSY. 
A little purple flower, 
And maidens call it Love-in-idleness. 
Shakspeare. 
Pray you, love, remember 
There’s Pansies—that’s for thought. 
Shakspeare. 
