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"Beside a fading bank of snow,
a lovely anemone blew, its leaves of serenest hue the earliest wreath of
flowers proclaims pale winter's flight." James Percival |
"Dainty little maiden whither
would you wander? All among the gardens, foxgloves and anemones, roses and
lilies and Canterbury bells."
Lord Tennyson |
"The hue of the anemone has a
purity that suggests condensed light."
D.H. Lawrence |
"Within the woods, gay circles
of anemones danced on their stalks."
William Cullen Bryant |
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