Bees Quote by Felicia Hemans

“Oh, call my brother back to me!I cannot play alone:The summer comes with flower and bee,-Where is my brother gone?”

Felicia Hemans

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The opening and the folding flowers, that laugh to the summer's day.

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Christ hath arisen! O mountain peaks, attest- Witness, resounding glen and torrent wave! The immortal courage in the human breast Sprung from that victory-tell how oft the brave To camp midst rock and cave, Nerved by those words, their struggling faith have borne, Planting the cross on high above the clouds of morn!

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I had a hat. It was not all a hat,-Part of the brim was gone:Yet still I wore it on.

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Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!

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Oh! lovely voices of the sky Which hymned the Saviour's birth, Are ye not singing still on high, Ye that sang, "Peace on earth"?

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Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?

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A passion for flowers, is, I think, the only one which long sickness leaves untouched with its chilling influence.

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Gird your hearts with silent fortitude, Suffering, yet hoping all things.

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life's best balm - Forgetfulness!

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We pine for kindred natures To mingle with our own.

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Alas! for love, if thou art all, And nought beyond, O earth.

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Passing away" is written on the world and all the world contains.

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Those who have not been stung will hardly fear a bee the same as those who have.

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Arouse a bee and it will come at you with the force of a dragon.

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As the bee collecteth honey with great zest, so the fool collecteth wealth.

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“This time of year, the purple blooms were busy with life- not just the bees, but butterflies and ladybugs, skippers and emerald-toned beetles, flitting hummingbirds and sapphire dragonflies. The sun-warmed sweet haze of the blossoms filled the air. "When I was a kid," said Isabel, "I used to capture butterflies, but I was afraid of the bees. I'm getting over…

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