It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
I wept to think that life went on even when so much had been lost, that rain still fell and myrtle grew… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
“They give as in yonder valley the myrtle breathes its fragrance into space.” — Kahlil Gibran Copy Share Image
Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs? — Felicia Hemans Copy Share Image
Nor myrtle--which means chiefly love: and love Is something awful which one dare not touch So early o' mornings. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Changing Myrtle Beach? It makes me feel very good ... If it's changing, it's changing for the positive. — Barbara Eden Copy Share Image
Dark-green and gemm'd with flowers of snow, With close uncrowded branches spread Not proudly high, nor meanly low, A graceful myrtle rear'd… — James Montgomery Copy Share Image
E'en the rough rocks with tender myrtle bloom, and trodden weeds send out a rich perfume. — Joseph Addison Copy Share Image
Feel you the barren flattery of a rhyme? Can poets soothe you, when you pine for bread, By winding myrtle round your… — George Crabbe Copy Share Image
“I want to be a bad example,” she said. “I see.” Myrtle stirred herself, ready to walk to the prow. “Well, my… — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
My only failure was the restaurant in Myrtle Beach. I kept it open for four years. It was in a tourist town,… — Mickey Gilley Copy Share Image
I mean to be too rich to lament or to feel anything of the sort. A large income is the best recipe… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom, Where a wind ever… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
There are those who give and know not pain in giving, nor do they seek joy, nor give with mindfulness of virtue;… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story; The days of our youth are the days of our glory;… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Cover me with soft earth, and let each handful be mixed With seeds ofjasmine, lilies, and myrtle; and when they Grow above… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
I wasn't paying attention," said Myrtle dramatically. "Peeves upset me so much I came in here and tried to kill myself. Then,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The Giant Ocean Tank, with its 52 large viewing windows, is the main attraction here. Myrtle, a giant green sea turtle, is… — John Grant Copy Share Image
“Eau-de-vie- flavored with myrtle," said the old woman. "Try it!" She watched intently as Ellie raised the glass to her lips. "Myrtle… — Deborah Lawrenson Copy Share Image
Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share Image
I took care of my wheel as one would look after a Rolls Royce. If it needed repairs I always brought it… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you,… — Isaiah Copy Share Image
We must have books for recreation and entertainment, as well as books for instruction and for business; the former are agreeable, the… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward. And there are those who give with pain, and… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
“Oh, Myrtle, don't be didactic. It's not becoming in a young girl. Besides, men loathe it.” — Veta Louise Simmons Copy Share Image
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries… — John Milton Copy Share Image
I was 19 when I first auditioned for 'American Idol.' I'd never been on an airplane; I'd never been outside of my… — Kellie Pickler Copy Share Image
Smell brings to mind... a family dinner of pot roast and sweet potatoes during a myrtle-mad August in a Midwestern town. Smells… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share Image
This is the spot where I will lie When life has had enough of me, These are the grasses that will blow… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
Among the myrtles the mantids moved, lightly, carefully, swaying slightly, the quintessence of evil. They were lank and green, with chinless faces… — Gerald Durrell Copy Share Image
The scent organ was playing a delightfully refreshing Herbal Capriccio - rippling arpeggios of thyme and lavender, of rosemary, basil, myrtle, tarragon;… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
“Myrtle goggled at them. "You're alive," she said blankly to Harry. "There's no need to sound so disappointed," he said grimly... "Oh,… — J.K. Rowling Copy Share Image
Men had reached into the scrub and along its boundaries, had snatched what they could get and had gone away, uneasy in… — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings Copy Share Image
Merciful heaven, Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Splits the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle; but man,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
