A sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan like… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Like vanishing dew, a passing apparition or the sudden flash of lightning -- already gone -- thus should one regard one's self. — Ikkyu Copy Share Image
The two circled around the back of the house, making sure that nobody saw them. Once inside, they found Patrick right where… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Fame grows like a tree if it have the principle of growth in it; the accumulated dews of ages freshen its leaves. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
We were made to enjoy music, to enjoy beautiful sunsets, to enjoy looking at the billows of the sea and to be… — Desmond Tutu Copy Share Image
I stand in the sunny noon of life. Objects no longer glitter in the dews of morning, neither are yet softened by… — Margaret Fuller Copy Share Image
I was fifteen then, too young to fall in-love. Or maybe it is only then, with dew of childhood still in my… — Danielle Trussoni Copy Share Image
Your body is like a dew-drop on the morning grass, your life is as brief as a flash of lightning. Momentary and… — Dogen Copy Share Image
Blessed be the discipline which makes me reach out my soul's roots into closer union with Jesus! Blessed be the dews of… — Theodore L. Cuyler Copy Share Image
“A falcon hovers at the edge of the sky. Two gulls drift slowly up the river. Vulnerable while they ride the wind,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The tender violet bent in smiles To elves that sported nigh, Tossing the drops of fragrant dew To scent the evening sky. — Elizabeth Oakes Smith Copy Share Image
Sure thou did'st nourish once! and many springs, Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers, Passed o'er thy head; many light hearts… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
How gracious those dews of solace that over my senses fall At the clink of the ice in the pitcher the boy… — Eugene Field Copy Share Image
Oh fair, oh sweet and holy as dew at morning tide, I gaze on thee, and yearnings, sad in my bosom hide. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Her lips are roses over-washed with dew, Or like the purple of Narcissus' flower; No frost their fair, no wind doth waste… — Robert Greene Copy Share Image
I am not prone to weeping as our sex commonly are; the want of which vain dew perchance shall dry your pities;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A perfectly healthy sentence, it is true, is extremely rare. For the most part we miss the hue and fragrance of the… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Let the children be free; encourage them; let them run outside when it is raining; let them remove their shoes when they… — Maria Montessori Copy Share Image
Count up the almonds, Count what was bitter and kept you waking, Count me in too: I sought your eye when you… — Paul Celan Copy Share Image
The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
There is a tiny yellow daffodil, The butterfly can see it from afar, Although one summer evening's dew could fill Its little… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Fairest of all that earth beholds, the hues That live among the clouds, and flush the air, Lingering, and deepening at the… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
