Chapter

 1 1|   that yields bread to us and flowers. ~Is not Cuvier the great
 2 1|       The sweet scent of rare flowers, set in stands tastefully
 3 1|       reckless feet the stray flowers fallen from other heads,
 4 1|      as tender and fragile as flowers, that are broken by the
 5 2|       gloomy waste; above the flowers in some skyey garden I caught
 6 2|      with forests, rocks, and flowers around, and the soft stirring
 7 2| scented hair; I like to crush flowers, to disarrange and crease
 8 2|    before a peristyle full of flowers. My heart beat and my color
 9 2|        perfumed by the exotic flowers set in their stands. Another
10 2|   cresses, its gravel bed and flowers to become first a stream
11 2|   enchanted palaces arise, as flowers in the meadows spring up
12 2|  bouquet; I went in search of flowers for her, as I had laid already
13 2|      wan and discolored, like flowers trampled under foot by a
14 3|      all seasons to put fresh flowers all about. He is rich! He
15 3|       head with its wreath of flowers was never still, in her
16 3|    finery; a muslin dress and flowers formed her most elaborate
17 3|      drawing-room filled with flowers, on a level with the garden.
18 3|        and go to heaven while flowers fill our hands." ~"We always
19 3|      its depths, set about by flowers and brambles, decked by
20 3| vegetation, gave color to the flowers, and ripened the fruits
21 3| overgrown with ivy, moss, and flowers of no recent date. A thin
22 3|   green leaves, the masses of flowers, pink, blue, or white, the
23 3|       water; the scent of the flowers, and the breath of the caverns
24 3|    surroundings, the air, the flowers, and the dwelling. Health
25 3|     and attractive girls with flowers about them, excited youths,
26 3|   with wax-lights; the rarest flowers from his conservatory were
27 3|     necks and shoulders, with flowers in their hair; fair women