The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink' — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
always there is a sort of dream of air between you and the hills of California, a veil of unreality in the… — Stella Benson Copy Share Image
Thou silent power, whose welcome sway charms every anxious thought away; in whose divine oblivion drown'd, sore pain and weary toil grow… — Mark Akenside Copy Share Image
Oh that it were with me As with the flower; Blooming on its own tree For butterfly and bee Its summer morns:… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth, Contagious blastments are are most imminent. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She cried, "Laura," up the garden, "Did you miss me? Come and kiss me. Never mind my bruises, Hug me, kiss me,… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown; I'll say she… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Poems On Time The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. Time is a wealth of change, but the… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
Come quickly -- as soon as these blossoms open, they fall. This world exists as a sheen of dew on flowers. — Izumi Shikibu Copy Share Image
Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore… — Andrew Marvell Copy Share Image
It was dawn now on Long Island and we went about opening the rest of the windows downstairs, filling the house with… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Very whitely still The lilies of our lives may reassure Their blossoms from their roots, accessible Alone to heavenly dews that drop… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Winds wanders, and dews drip earthward; Rains fall, suns rise and set; Earth whirls, and all but to prosper A poor little… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Sometimes in June, when I see unearned dividends of dew hung on every lupine, I have doubts about the real poverty of… — Aldo Leopold Copy Share Image
We have now felled forest enough everywhere, in many districts far too much. Let us restore this one element of material life… — George Perkins Marsh Copy Share Image
The rose is fairest when 't is budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears. The rose is sweetest… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
The two of us warmed by a bold beam of light that wicks the moisture from my dress, my hair, and my… — Alyson Noel Copy Share Image
Tier on tier of beautiful mountains and streams Blue green vistas locked in white clouds The mist makes my bandana wet Dew… — Hanshan Copy Share Image
“In the spring, the little flowers came out obediently in the meads, and the dew sparkled, and the birds sang. In the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The dew seemed to sparkle more brightly on the green leaves the air to rustle among them with a sweeter music and… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
What do we have in common with the rosebud, which trembles because a drop of dew lies on its body? — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
Even the facts of science may dust the mind by their dryness, unless they are ... rendered fertile by the dews of… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Except to heaven, she is nought; Except for angels, lone; Except to some wide-wandering bee, A flower superfluous blown; Except for winds,… — Howard Mumford Jones Copy Share Image
