Here tulips bloom as they are told; Unkempt about those hedges blows An English unofficial rose.
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Walls have tongues, and hedges ears.
jonathan swiftThe commonplace needs no defence,Dullness is in the critic’s eyes,Without a licence life evolvesFrom some dim phase its own surprise;Under these yellow-twinkling elms,Behind these hedges trimly shorn,As in a stable once, so hereIt may be born, it may be born.
william plomerAs through the verdant maze Of sweetbriar hedges I pursue my walk; Or taste the smell of dairy.
james thomson