Bees Quote by Henry Vaughan Download Open image “As great a store Have we of books as bees of herbs or more.” — Henry Vaughan ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.5 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare Bees Bees Herbs Book Books Books Bees Great Store Herbs Store Store Books Stores Writer
Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
I was a bookworm in school, and in those days it was easy to get books. Bigger cities had book shops. — Ruskin Bond Copy Share Image
... store of bees, in a dry and warme bee-house, comely made of fir boards, to sing, and sit, and feede upon your flowers… — William Lawson Copy Share Image
I have somewhere seen it observed that we should make the same use of a book that the bee does of a flower: she… — Charles Caleb Colton Copy Share Image
…books are always good company if you have the right sort. Let me pick out some for you.' And Mrs. Jo made a bee-line… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
When a town doesn't have a book store, it is like something is missing, and unfortunately, fewer and fewer have them. — Irvine Welsh Copy Share Image
Just as bees make honey from thyme, the strongest and driest of herbs, so do the wise profit from the most difficult of experiences. — Plato Copy Share Image
Books are the beehives of thought; laconics, the honey taken from them. — James Ellis Copy Share Image
“For this, let gardens grow, where beelines end, sighing in roses, saffron blooms, buddleia; where bees pray on their knees, sing, praise in pear… — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
There must be every kind of books in your library. The most beautiful gardens are those with many different flowers, with all kinds of… — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
The skin and shell of things Though fair are not Thy wish nor prayer but got My meer despair of wings. — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
Early, as well as late, Rise with the sun, and set in the same bowers — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
A ward, and still in bonds, one day I stole abroad; It was high spring, and all the way Primrosed and hung with shade;… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
I played with fire, did counsel spurn, Made life my common stake; But never thought that fire would burn, O that a soul could… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
They are all gone into the world of light, and I alone sit lingering here. — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
“ The Dawning Ah! what time wilt Thou come? when shall that cry, The Bridegroom’s coming! fill the sky; Shall it in the evening… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
Bright pledge of peace and sunshine! the sure tie Of thy Lord's hand, the object of His eye! When I behold thee, though my… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
For each inclosed spirit is a star Enlightening his own little sphere — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
Yet never sleep the sun up. Prayer shou'd Dawn with the day. There are set, awful hours 'Twixt heaven and us. The manna was… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
Sure thou did'st nourish once! and many springs, Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers, Passed o'er thy head; many light hearts and wings,… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
Those who have not been stung will hardly fear a bee the same as those who have. — Sara Sheridan Copy Share Image
Pray look upon the plants and birds, the ants, spiders, and bees, and you will see them all exerting their nature, and busy in… — Marcus Aurelius Copy Share Image
You see, years ago I was just an ordinary bee minding my own business, smelling flowers all day, and occasionally picking up part-time work… — Norton Juster Copy Share Image
It is hard to imagine a world without bees. It would be even harder to live in it. — Barry Gardiner Copy Share Image
When I heard that the bees were in trouble, the fact that they're disappearing and not coming back to the hive, which is a… — Louie Schwartzberg Copy Share Image
Precise, graceful, and generous, the poems in SuperLoop, seem to be born out of a deep, careful attention and a profound compassion. Sometimes the… — Ada Limon Copy Share Image
The little bee returns with evening's gloom, To join her comrades in the braided hive, Where, housed beside their might honey-comb, They dream their… — Charles Tennyson Turner Copy Share Image
“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… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share Image
My banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep. — William Shenstone Copy Share Image
