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It is with flowers as with moral qualities — the bright are sometimes poisonous, but, I believe, never the sweet.
The sense of beauty in Nature, even among cultured people, is less often met with than other mental endowments.
JTHER always kept a flower in a glass on his writing-table; and when he was waging his great public controversy with Eckins he kept a flower in his hand. Lord Bacon has a beautiful passage about flowers. As to Shakespeare, he is a perfect Alpine valley — he is full of flowers; they spring, and blossom, and wave in every cleft of his mind. Even Milton, cold, serene, and stately as he is, breaks forth into exquisite gushes of tenderness and fancy when he marshals the flowers.