Flowers Quote by Edgar Lee Masters Download Open image “Such phantom blossoms palely shining Over the lifeless boughs of Time.” — Edgar Lee Masters ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.5 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Flowers Lifeless Phantoms Shining Time
“A vast field opened like a blossoming tulip, flowers blooming in the rippling airs of spring. High and frothy trees hugged air and sun… — Paul Andreas Wunderlich Copy Share Image
Of all the phantoms fleeting in the mist Of time, though meagre all and ghostly thin; Most unsubstantial, unessential shade Was earthly fame. — Robert Pollok Copy Share Image
Those hours given over to basking in the glow of an imagined future, of being carried away in streams of promise by a love or a passion so strong that one felt altered forever and convinced that even the smallest particle of the surrounding world was charged with purpose of impossible grandeur; ah, yes, and one would look up into… — Mark Strand Copy Share
“What a strange thing it is to wake up to a milk-white overcast June morning! The sun is hidden by a thick cotton blanket… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
Rain in the graveyard, and the world puddled into blurred reflections. — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
However constant the visitations of sickness and bereavement, the fall of the year is most thickly strewn with the fall of human life. Everywhere… — James Martineau Copy Share Image
Moons and years pass by and are gone forever, but a beautiful moment shimmers through life a ray of light. — Franz Grillparzer Copy Share Image
“Slowly the golden memory of the dead sun fades from the hearts of the cold, sad clouds. Silent, like sorrowing children, the birds have… — Jerome K Jerome Copy Share Image
The flowers of life are but illusions. How many fade away and leave no trace. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
The splendors of the firmament of time May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not; Like stars to their appointed height they climb And death… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; And though the last lights off the black… — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
The earth keeps some vibration going There in your heart, and that is you. And if the people find you can fiddle, why fiddle… — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
And I never started to plow in my life That some one did not stop in the road And take me away to a… — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
Did I follow Truth wherever she led, And stand against the whole world for a cause, And uphold the weak against the strong? If… — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
The spiritual kinship between Lincoln and Whitman was founded upon their Americanism, their essential Westernism. Whitman had grown up without much formal education; Lincoln had scarcely any education. One had become the notable poet of the day; one the orator of the Gettsyburg Address. It was inevitable that Whitman as a poet should turn with a feeling of kinship to… — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share
“Henry got me with child, Knowing that I could not bring forth life Without losing my own. In my youth therefore I entered the… — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
There is the silence of age, too full of wisdom for the tongue to utter it in words intelligible to those who have not… — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
The Typical American? He is sent to school Little or much, where he imbibes the rule Of safety first and comfort; in his youth… — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
Many books have been written to show that Christianity has emasculated the world, that it shoved aside the enlightenment and wisdom of Hellas for… — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
The dust's for crawling, heaven's for flying, Wherefore, O Soul, whose wings are grown, Soar upward to the sun! — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
To put meaning in one's life may end in madness, But life without meaning is the torture Of restlessness and vague desire-It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid. — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share
“On the third day, she smelled the fruit as soon as she came in. She followed the scent to the kitchen, and the peach was radiant, dusky rose and gold, its skin so plush she thought her fingertip might bruise it. This was the day, the very hour to eat- and she had come prepared, but she didn't want Concepcion… — Allegra Goodman Copy Share
Set NOT your hearts on the flowers of this world. They shall fade and die. Prize the Rose of Sharon and the Lily of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Most girls get flowers or candy. I get a declaration of martial law.” — Lisa Shearin Copy Share Image
I do whatever entertains me. If it entertains me to throw flowers halfway across the room, then that's what I'll do. — Kevin Owens Copy Share Image
ROSES ARE RED VIOLETS ARE BLUE YOU DID ME WRONG SO GUESS WAT BABE??FUKK YU — JESSICA Copy Share Image
My days – the blossom of my youth and the flower of my manhood – have been darkened by the dreariness of servitude. In… — Daniel O'Connell Copy Share Image
Kiss From A Rose There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea. You became the light on the dark side of me. Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill. But did you know, That when it snows, My eyes become large and The light that you shine can be seen. Baby, I compare… — Seal Copy Share
There are two kinds of beauty; there is a beauty which God gives at birth, and which withers as a flower. And there is… — Abraham Kuyper Copy Share Image
“Rose is like a woman love;when love odorous but gets offended when bony..” — Jonnaville Copy Share Image
“They basked in the sweet-scented breeze, and felt the sunshine warming their bare heads. Petals drifted from the gnarled apple and cherry trees, creating a pretty storm, like confetti. They lay together in the grass, watching a beetle trundling through the blades, its clumsy movements reminiscent of the soldiers' giant transport trucks. Birdsong filled the air, horse buses clopped through… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share
The sun, a red wheel, was sinking slowly in the west. Besides being spectacularly beautiful, the early-summer sunset was exceedingly soft and gentle: black mulberry leaves turned as red as roses; pristine white acacia petals shed an enshrouding pale-green aura. Mild evening breezes made both the mulberry leaves and the acacia petals dance and whirl, filling the woods with a… — Mo Yan Copy Share
