...I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow... — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“Then away with all such from the head that is hoary! What care I for the wreaths that can only give glory?” — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles, Nods and Becks and wreathèd Smiles. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Alice! A childish story take, And with a gentle hand, Lay it where Childhood's dreams are twined In Memory's mystic band, Like… — Lewis Carroll Copy Share Image
The individual man is transitory, but the pulse of life and of growth goes on after he is gone, buried under a… — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings Copy Share Image
I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath; I am the memory of a moment of happiness; I am the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“No matter how grouchy you're feeling, you'll find the smile more or less healing. It grows in a wreath all around the… — Anthony Euwer Copy Share Image
No wreaths please - especially no hothouse flowers. Some common memento is better, something he prized and is known by: his old… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
When I was a child, my December weekends were spent making cards, decorating the tree, hanging the wreath and preparing brandy butter… — Pippa Middleton Copy Share Image
But memory, after a time, dispenses its own emphasis, making a feuilleton of what we once thought most ponderable, laying its wreath… — Hortense Calisher Copy Share Image
The truth is that wreaths have never really been part of my creative life. I like them and want them and know… — Monty Don Copy Share Image
Yet reason frowns in war's unequal game, Where wasted nations raise a single name; And mortgag'd states their grandsire's wreaths regret, From… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
When the warrior returns, from the battle afar,To the home and the country he nobly defended,O! warm be the welcome to gladden… — Francis Scott Key Copy Share Image
Heaped on the floor were turkeys, geese, game, poultry, brawn, great joints of meat, sucking pigs, long wreaths of sausages, mince-pies, plum-puddings,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“People marvel that we’re not out in the streets, decking the monstrous, khaki tanks with roses and jasmine. They wonder why we… — Riverbend Copy Share Image
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes, Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
I look up at the ceiling, tracing the foliage of the wreath. Today it makes me think of a hat, the large-brimmed… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
In tangled wreath, in clustered gleaming stars, In floating, curling sprays, The golden flower comes shining though the woods These February days;… — Constance Fenimore Woolson Copy Share Image
At 50, I thought proudly: Here we are, half century! Being 60 was fairly frightening. You want to know how I spent… — Bette Davis Copy Share Image
The dawn came - not the flaming sky that promises storm, but a golden dawn of infinite promise. The birds came flying… — Elizabeth Goudge Copy Share Image
Your honors here may serve you for a time, as it were for an hour, but they will be of no use… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trails its wreath; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
When we pulled out into the winter night and the real snow, our snow, began to stretch out beside us and twinkle… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Blackened skeleton arms of wood by the wayside pointed upward to the convent, as if the ghosts of former travellers, overwhelmed by… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
The brief span of our poor unhappy life to its final hour Is hastening on; and while we drink and call for… — Juvenal Copy Share Image
“Looking towards the open window, I saw light wreaths from Joe's pipe floating there, and I fancied it was like a blessing… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
A crown Golden in show, is but a wreath of thorns, Bring dangers, troubles, cares, and sleepless nights To him who wears… — John Milton Copy Share Image
My mother…was perfectly horrified when I began shooting and tried to keep me in school, but I would run away and go… — Annie Oakley Copy Share Image
Alice! A childish story take, And with a gentile hand Lay it where Childhood dreams are twined In memory's mystic band, Like… — Lewis Carroll Copy Share Image
He was the owner of the moonlight on the ground, he fell in love with the most beautiful of the trees, he… — Tove Jansson Copy Share Image
As from a large heap of flowers many garlands and wreaths are made, so by a mortal in this life there is… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
When Poetry thus keeps its place as the handmaiden of piety, it shall attain not a poor perishable wreath, but a crown… — John Wesley Copy Share Image
