I saw two clouds at morning Tinged by the rising sun, And in the dawn they floated on And mingled into one. — John Gardiner Calkins Brainard Copy Share Image
The clouds that gather round the setting sun, Do take a sober colouring from an eye, That hath kept watch o'er man's… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
O it is pleasant, with a heart at ease, Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies, To make the shifting clouds be… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Far clouds of feathery gold, Shaded with deepest purple, gleam Like islands on a dark blue sea. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
God is the Sun and when His rays fall upon your heart, not impeded by the clouds of egoism, the lotus blooms… — Sathya Sai Baba Copy Share Image
Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night? — John Milton Copy Share Image
A cloud does not know why it moves in just such a direction and at such a speed...It feels an impulsion...this is… — Richard Bach Copy Share Image
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven, curtain round the vault of heaven. — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share Image
I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
When scattered clouds are resting on the bosoms of hills, it seems as if one might climb into the heavenly region, earth… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away Over the snowy peaks! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The sky is that beautiful old parchment in which the sun and the moon keep their diary. — Alfred Kreymborg Copy Share Image
