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I am thinking of the lilac-trees, That shook their purple plumes, And when the sash was open, Shed fragrance through the room.
~ Mrs. Anna S. Stephens, The Old Apple-Tree |



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With every leaf a miracle . . . and from this bush in the door-yard, With delicate-colour'd blossoms, and heart-shaped leaves of rich green A sprig with its flower, I break.
~Walt Whitman |

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HOW TO BE A CANADIAN (Even If You Already Are One) typical hilarious Cdn. humour book..a donut on the plate btw LOL |
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But, behold: shooting up above the low dilapidated eaves, the Lilac now laughed where the inconsolable willow had wept. Lightly it dropt upon the green roof the pink little bells from its bunched blossoms in place of the old willow’s yellowed leaves.
~ Herman Melville ”Rip Van Winkle’s Lilac” Weeds and Wildings |







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