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Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
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Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
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Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
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The moon shimmers in green water.
White herons fly through the moonlight.
The young man hears a girl gathering water-chestnuts:
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And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
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A Whirl-Blast from behind the hill
Rushed o'er the wood with startling sound;
Then--all at once the air was still,
And showers of hailstones pattered round.
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I have desired to go
Where springs not fail,
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail,
And a few lilies blow.
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The Oriole sings in the greening grove
As if he were half-way waiting,
The rosebuds peep from their hoods of green,
Timid, and hesitating.
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The houses are haunted
By white night-gowns.
None are green,
Or purple with green rings,
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Alone in the woods I felt
The bitter hostility of the sky and the trees
Nature has taught her creatures to hate
Man that fusses and fumes
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Merry, merry sparrow!
Under leaves so green
A happy blossom
Sees you, swift as arrow,
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Purple as tulips in May, mauve
into lush velvet, purple
as the stain blackberries leave
on the lips, on the hands,
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And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
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The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
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The green village, the colored city, the ever familiar locality
Each path, tree, house, turn, each native I have left behind
But creepers, hedges have entangled with my leg and hand
The green crops fields, green hills, fruit trees, call me back,
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Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
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When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise
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My skin is kind of sort of brownish
Pinkish yellowish white.
My eyes are greyish blueish green,
But I'm told they look orange in the night.
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The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the spring;
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A song of Enchantment I sang me there,
In a green-green wood, by waters fair,
Just as the words came up to me
I sang it under the wild wood tree.
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Green Earth,
Green Earth,
We want Green Earth,
Green, Green Earth
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Green is the grass in our garden's domain
Green is the hope that helps us sustain
Greenhorns are not very experienced in life
But she has a green thumb, my loving wife
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Grass is green-
green is my body,
green are my senses,
green is my mind,
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It has happened again, the green,
green apple tree, green alfalfa field,
I had forgotten it would happen again.
My heart leaps.
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Soylent green and Charlton Heston
Is not the Solent green of the protest movement
No matter
Just concern over population growth and are insatiable need to eat
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When you desire green you would like the forest, the rain forest
You would despite that destructive fire
Green would be scared when the sun is too hot, hotter than before
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Verde que te quiero verde.
Verde viento. Verdes ramas.
El barco sobre la mar
y el caballo en la montaƱa.
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This is the Green Tea poem Japanese style, Chinese style with Green Tea and Honey bringing everyone to a smile.
Green Tea and Ginseng Rooibos Rooibos the words of Green Tea songs are chanting.
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The tale of a people, naturally grafted in strength and vigour
A people of rare quintessence of bravery and pride
Wrapped in purity and fertility as a symbol of rejuvenation
The green, white, green people!
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