The movements of some more little red birds in the garden, like animated rosebuds, appeared unbearably jittery and thievish. It was as… — Malcolm Lowry Copy Share Image
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying: And this same flower that smiles to day, Tomorrow will… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
Then be not coy, but use your time; And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
Sap which mounts, and flowers which thrust, Your childhood is a bower: Let my fingers wander in the moss Where glows the… — Paul Verlaine Copy Share Image
