Was it for this the clay grew tall? O what made fatuous sunbeams toil To break earth's sleep at all? — Wilfred Owen Copy Share Image
In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
It was hopeless. She was flawless. She was a sunbeam. Mosca gave up and got on with hating her. — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
The older women were Sunbeams and I guess we were Cherubs or Lambs, but our mothers were Nightingales. — Janet Flanner Copy Share Image
Behind the cloud the starlight lurks, Through showers the sunbeams fall; For God, who loveth all his works, Has left his Hope… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
A flash of harmless lightning, A mist of rainbow dyes, The burnished sunbeams brightening From flower to flower he flies. — John B. Tabb Copy Share Image
The creditor whose appearance gladdens the heart of a debtor may hold his head in sunbeams and his foot on storms. — Johann Kaspar Lavater Copy Share Image
You smiled then, and your whole face changed with it. It kind of lit up, like there were sunbeams coming from inside… — Lucy Christopher Copy Share Image
From the first opening of our eyes, it is the light that attracts us. We clutch aimlessly with our baby fingers at… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
O how beautiful is morning! How the sunbeams strike the daisies And the kingcups fill the meadow Like a golden-shielded army Marching… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
As our mother-earth is a mere speck in the sunbeam in the illimitable universe, so man himself is but a tiny grain… — Ernst Haeckel Copy Share Image
Such was a poet and shall be and is -who'll solve the depths of horror to defend a sunbeam's architecture with his… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
Never has good weather felt so bad. Never have flowers inspired so much fear. Never has the warm caress of a sunbeam… — Joel Achenbach Copy Share Image
How fair doth Nature Appear again! How bright the sunbeams! How smiles the plain! The flow'rs are bursting From ev'ry bough, And… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
A beautiful smile is to the female countenance what the sunbeam is to the landscape; it embellishes an inferior face and redeems… — Johann Kaspar Lavater Copy Share Image
When true friends meet in adverse hour; 'Tis like a sunbeam through a shower. A watery way an instant seen, The darkly… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The universe is a vast system of exchange. Every artery of it is in motion, throbbing with reciprocity, from the planet to… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
The town was glad with morning light; places that had shown ugly and distrustful all night long, now wore a smile; and… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Happiness is a sunbeam which may pass through a thousand bosoms without losing a particle of its original ray; nay, when it… — Jane Porter Copy Share Image
You see, proteins, as I probably needn't tell you, are immensely complicated groupings of amino acids and certain other specialized compounds, arranged… — Isaac Asimov Copy Share Image
As our mother earth is a mere speck in the sunbeam in the illimitable universe, so man himself is but a tiny… — Ernst Haeckel Copy Share Image
I'll be looking for you, Will, every moment, every single moment. And when we do find each other again, we'll cling together… — Philip Pullman Copy Share Image
Mont Blanc yet gleams on high: the power is there, The still and solemn power of many sights And many sounds, and… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I will drop into your chest like a vegetal ambrosia. I will be the grain that regenerates the cruelly plowed furrow. Poetry… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
The loving and much loved wife is satisfied with the love of her husband; his smile is her joy, she cares little… — Robert E. Murray Copy Share Image
“But mostly, finally, ultimately, I'm here for the weather. As a result of the weather, ours is a landscape in a minor… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
“Suffice to say, the dream writer had a way of phrasing things. She could depict the curve of a cucumber, the shape… — Meia Geddes Copy Share Image
Ah, the souls of those that die Are but sunbeams lifted higher. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image