Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Ah... romance to me is spontaneity. It's not diamond earrings; it's a bunch of daffodils that's freshly picked from the field. — Kate Winslet Copy Share Image
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“It was spring and they stood on the banks of the small river that ran beside the ruins of the old cathedral… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“On the night that she'd been brought here she'd had the idea that the abbey was closed in by trees. Now she… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“And then my heart with pleasure fills, and dances with the daffodils.” — Joyce Carol Oates Copy Share Image
Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Lavender lilies all dotted with spots. Sun-yellow daffodils clustered in pots. Blue morning-glories climb trellises high. Powder-white asters like stars in the… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
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“February Soup by Stewart Stafford The February fog, Turns all into blobs, Orange street lights, To Valentine's Night. When the wind strays,… — Stewart Stafford Copy Share Image
When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh! the doxy, over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“It's only the beginning of January, but some daffodils and snowdrops have made it through the earth and stand wetly in little… — Scarlett Thomas Copy Share Image
“A daffodil bulb will divide and redivide endlessly. That's why, like the peony, it is one of the few flowers you can… — Cassandra Danz Copy Share Image
“Spring had come finally and after much hesitation, to Lincoln's Inn Fields and there were daffodils out upon the green grass and… — D.J. Taylor Copy Share Image
“ I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image