"As for our love of gardens, it is the last refuge of art in the minds and souls of many Englishmen; if we did not care for gardens, I hardly know what in the way of beauty we should care for.
Sir Arthur Helps
Companion of My Solitude (1851)
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Like A Rose
You, a friend, are like a rose. There may be some thorns, A little mildew at times. But your inner sweetness glows, And your smile ...
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You, a friend, are like a rose. There may be some thorns, A little mildew at times. But your inner sweetness glows, And your smile ... -
With Autumn comes the vibrant display of majestic color of fall. The roses will be blooming again for their final glory. ...
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