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We've found 251 poems for daisies:

Double Red Daisies
Robert Graves
Double red daisies, they’re my flowers, Which nobody else may grow. In a big quarrelsome house like ours They try it sometimes—but no, I root th...Rate it:

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Buttercups and Daisies
Eliza Cook
when I but trod life's track For buttercups and daisies. There seems a bright and fairy spell AbouRate it:

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The Daisies
James Stephens
dear one walking slow, In the field where the daisies are. We did not laugh and we did not speakRate it:

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The Daisies
Edith Nesbit
growing all the time; And out in the open the daisies grow, Pretty and proud in their proper placesRate it:

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To Daisies
Francis Thompson
flame Burning, we know your lovely name - Daisies, that little children pull! Like all weak things,Rate it:

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Where Innocent Bright-Eyed Daisies Are
Christina Georgina Rossetti
Where innocent bright-eyed daisies are, With blades of grass between, Each daisy stands up like a star Out of a sky of green. Rate it:

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Why The Daisies Are Not All White
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Uncle Rob says: Once the daisies all were white, Till a baby fellow Ate his supper down one night, And stained his face all yellow. Smeared with b...Rate it:

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Robert Herrick
Shut not so soon; the dull-eyed night Has not as yet begun To make a seizure on the light, Or to seal up the sun. No marigolds yet closed are, No...Rate it:

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Among The Timothy
Archibald Lampman
the scented swathes that gleam, Mixed with dead daisies, it is sweet to lie And watch the grass andRate it:

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Wild Asters
Sarah Teasdale
In the spring I asked the daisies If his words were true, And the clever, clear-eyed daisies Always knew. Now the fields are brown and barren, ...Rate it:

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Summer Song
Edith Nesbit
THERE are white moon daisies in the mist of the meadow Where the flowered grass scatters its seeds like spray, There are purple orchis by the wood-...Rate it:

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A Child's Fancy
Mathilde Blind
hush! Speak softly, Mother dear, So that the daisies may not hear; For when the stars begin to peRate it:

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A Day In The Castle Of Envy
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
the dawn When the world begins to rouse; And the daisies on the lawn Open wide their stainless eyesRate it:

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Bringing Home The Cows
Andrew Barton Paterson
birds are calling, In the leafy bough. Where the daisies are a-springing, And the cattle bells are Rate it:

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Daisy Time
Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
they love the clover, But I love the daisies' dance All the meadow over. Blow, O blow, you happy wRate it:

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Dead Roses
Eugene Field
voice was tender and low and sweet, The daisies and the violets grew at our feet-- Alas, for the coRate it:

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Endymion: Book I
John Keats
and many a verse I hope to write, Before the daisies, vermeil rimm'd and white, Hide in deep herbagRate it:

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William Wordsworth
Anne! Pull as many as you can. --Here are daisies, take your fill; Pansies, and the cuckoo-floweRate it:

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Lola Ridge
mightn’t have struck you with his whip…. How the daisies stared…. I hate daisies— stupid white faceRate it:

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Edith Nesbit
still is Alight with lilies, But all the daisies are fast asleep. Sleep, sleep, my darling, DaRate it:

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Meintjes Kopje
Francis Ernley Walrond
Meintjes Kopje! Meintjes Kopje! Do the purple daisies grow On your rugged slopes in spring-time As they did in years ago, When I walked with on...Rate it:

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Pan Beniowski - Final Part Of Canto Five
Juliusz Slowacki
Has not felt that You exist, or, plucking daisies, Has not found You in those daisies and forget-mRate it:

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Ella Wheeler Wilcox
over the meadows, in lights and shadows, The daisies white and violets blue, And yellow-haired Rate it:

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Some Songs After Master Singers
James Whitcomb Riley
a hi! and a ho!_ _The grasses curdle where the daisies blow!_ With a hey! and a hi! and a hey-ho vRate it:

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The Death Of The First Born
Paul Laurence Dunbar
COVER him over with daisies white, And eke with the poppies red, Sit with me here by his couch to-night, For the First-Born, Love, is dead. Poor li...Rate it:

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