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Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?
— Gardens
Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?
Si hortum in bibliotheca habes, nihil deerit.
We may eat of the fruit of the trees of the garden: But of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of the garden, God hath said, Ye shall not eat of it, neither shall ye touch it, lest ye die.
Grove nods at grove, each alley has a brother,And there a summer-house that knows no shade.
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown.
God Almighty first planted a garden.
My garden is a lovesome thing—God wot!'Tis very sure God walks in mine.
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
My garden is a forest ledge Then plunge to depths profound!
One is nearer God's heart in a gardenThan anywhere else on earth.
An album is a garden, not for showPlanted, but use; where wholesome herbs should grow.
I walk down the garden paths,The garden paths.
And add to these retired Leisure,That in trim gardens takes his pleasure.
A little garden square and wall'd;Of shingle, and a walk divided it.
The garden lies,A league of grass, wash'd by a slow broad stream.
The splash and stirRapt in her song, and careless of the snare.
A little garden Little Jowett made,This little garden don't a little show it.
