Tis like the birthday of the world, When earth was born in bloom; The light is made of many dyes, The air… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses? How soft is this one, how subtle this is, How fluttering swift… — Arthur Symons Copy Share Image
The seed of a tree has the nature of a branch or twig or bud. It is a part of the tree,… — Isaac Newton Copy Share Image
Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the… — Homer Copy Share Image
And writers say, as the most forward bud Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, Even so by love the young… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Before the bud swells, before the grass springs, before the plough is started, comes the sugar harvest. It is sequel of the… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
It's the relationships between people that are more important than the sort of far away fantasies of what the good life is,… — Mira Sorvino Copy Share Image
Fairy folk a-listening Hear the seed sprout in the spring, And for music to their dance Hear the hedgerows wake from trance,… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
...Nameless, unknown to me as you were, I couldn't forget your voice!' 'For how long?' 'O - ever so long. Days and… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair: The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Here's good news: George W. Bush says that he is committed to fighting global warming. Yeah, well, he nipped that in the… — David Letterman Copy Share Image
The life of a good man will hardly improve us more than the life of a freebooter, for the inevitable laws appear… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
As with the bud, so with the blossom. A boy is the only thing known from which a man can be made.… — Paul H. Dunn Copy Share Image
Many Canadian nationalists harbour the bizarre fear that should we ever reject royalty, we would instantly mutate into Americans, as though the… — Will Ferguson Copy Share Image
The bed of flowers Loosens amain, The beauteous snowdrops Droop o'er the plain. The crocus opens Its glowing bud, Like emeralds others,… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
How swiftly the strained honey of afternoon light flows into darkness and the closed bud shrugs off its special mystery in order… — Lisel Mueller Copy Share Image
Perseverance gives power to weakness, and opens to poverty the world's wealth. It spreads fertility over the barren landscape, and buds the… — Samuel Griswold Goodrich Copy Share Image
Mine is the time of foliage, When hills and valleys teem With buds and vines sweet scented, All clothed in glowing green.… — Mary Weston Fordham Copy Share Image
For all his learning or sophistication, man still instinctively reaches towards that force beyond. Only arrogance can deny its existence, and the… — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
“One’s like a closed bud, and most of what one reads and does has no effect at all; but there are certain… — William Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
It takes courage to push yourself to places you have never been before... to test yout limits... to break through barriers. And… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I got my service dog when I was medically retired out of the military, and it was the best thing that ever… — Marcus Luttrell Copy Share Image
To see a hillside white with dogwood bloom is to know a particular ecstasy of beauty, but to walk the gray Winter… — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
Answer July- Where is the Bee- Where is the Blush- Where is the Hay? Ah, said July- Where is the Seed- Where… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
If I describe a sunny morning in May (the buds, the wet-winged flies, the warm sun and cool breeze), I am also… — Clark Blaise Copy Share Image
Our consciousness rarely registers the beginning of a growth within us any more than without us; there have been many circulation of… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
In the marvelous month of May when all the buds were bursting, then in my heart did love arise. In the marvelous… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Bud Johnson, God rest his soul of fame, a tenor saxophonist. Bud was always a big, big, big booster of mine and… — Billy Eckstine Copy Share Image
His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I know the expression love bloomed is metaphorical, but in my heart in this moment, there is one badass flower, captured in… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
Very old are the woods; And the buds that break Out of the brier's boughs, When March winds wake, So old with… — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
aloud she said why not you ray you were involed in this as much as the resst of uswhy is it that… — Lois Duncan Copy Share Image
Men in their generations are like the leaves of the trees. The wind blows and one year's leaves are scattered on the… — Homer Copy Share Image
Round the boles of the pine-wood the ground-laurel creeps, Unkissed of the sunshine, unbaptized of showers, With buds scarcely swelled, which should… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves the feet of angels bright; unseen they pour blessing, and joy without ceasing, on each bud… — William Blake Copy Share Image
The seed is the fetus, in other words, a true plant with its parts (that is, its leaves, of which there are… — Marcello Malpighi Copy Share Image
Each bud flowers but once and each flower has but its minute of perfect beauty; so, in the garden of the soul… — Henri Frederic Amiel Copy Share Image
Maternal love, like an orange tree, buds and blossoms and bears at once. When a woman puts her finger for the first… — Kate Douglas Wiggin Copy Share Image
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lies in sweetest bud.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
