Snapdragon a Riddle for a Flower Book
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I am rooted in the wall Of buttress'd tower or ancient hall; Prison'd in an art-wrought bed. Cased in mortar, cramp'd with lead; Of a living stock alone Brother of the lifeless stone. Else unprized, I have my worth On the spot that gives me birth; Nature's vast and varied field Braver flowers than me will yield, Bold in form and rich in hue, Children of a purer dew;
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