Green groweth the holly,
So doth the ivy.
Though winter blasts blow never so high,
Green groweth the holly.
As the holly groweth green
And never changeth hue,
So I am, ever hath been,
Unto my lady true.
As the holly groweth green
With ivy all alone
When flowers cannot be seen
And greenwood leaves be gone,
Now unto my lady
Promise to her I make,
From all other only
To her I me betake.
Adieu, mine own lady,
Adieu, my special
Who hath my heart truly
Be sure, and ever shall.
by King Henry VIII
Promise to her I make,
From all other only
To her I me betake.
I love holly! 🙂
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Red and green like Christmas. 🙂
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Yes! and the scent of the flowers in spring is lovely! 🙂
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I’m looking forward to the fragrance of Spring flowers. 🙂
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The flowers on the holly tree have such a delicate fragrance!
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I don’t notice the holly much but I love the evergreen scent.
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Yes, that is lovely too 🙂 I stayed on an island once with fields full of holly trees, and walking there in spring was like walking in a dream! I never really knew the holly trees had flowers, I just thought of those red berries for Christmas, so I was so surprised when I smelt the flowers! 🙂
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You must have been on Christmas island. 🙂 That’s interesting, now I’m going to have stick my nose into a holly flower the next time I see one. 🙂
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I was very surprised to see that beautiful little plant going strong under heavy snow! Beautiful photo! 😉
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It’s nice to see some green in winter. Thanks Khloe. 🙂
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I agree…seeing green in winter makes me happy 😛 You’re most welcome 🙂
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Wonderful photo!
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Thank you Eric.
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You find the most incredible quotes, Maverick. As for this image, how beautiful!!! Love, Amy
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I try. 🙂 Thank you Amy.
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Nice photo. I wonder which of his six wives Henry III was thinking of when he wrote that song.
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Thanks David. Ironically, I believe it was written for Catherine his first wife.
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beautiful in the snow with the red berries!!
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Thanks Cybele.
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