Dew Quote by John Keats Download Open image “The poppies hung Dew-dabbled on their stalks.” — John Keats ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.4 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Dew Hung Poppies Stalking
“In the dewy wood tinselled with bewildering moonlight, the bumbling, tumbling babies of the fairy creche trip over the hem of her dress, which… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
“The poppies might be wilted and trampled by the throng, but the memory of our fallen will live on and on and on.” — David J Delaney Copy Share Image
“IT HAD NEVER been such a beautiful May. Every day the sky shone a peerless blue, untouched by cloud. Already, the gardens were crammed… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“Roses climbed the shed, entwined with dark purple clematis, leaves as glossy as satin. There were no thorns. Patience's cupboard was overflowing with remedies,… — Ellen Herrick Copy Share Image
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks, still bravely… — John McCrae Copy Share Image
They used to pour millet on graves or poppy seeds To feed the dead who would come disguised as birds. I put this book… — Czeslaw Milosz Copy Share Image
“The brambles and the thorns grew thick and thicker in a ticking thicket of bickering crickets. Farther along and stronger, bonged the gongs of… — James Thurber Copy Share Image
“The poulterers' shops were still half open, and the fruiterers' were radiant in their glory. There were great, round, pot-bellied baskets of chestnuts, shaped… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Poppies bleed petals of sheer excess. You and I, this sweet battle ground. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I got myself into hot water with the press in 2014 by suggesting that the art installation of poppies in the Tower of London… — Sheila Hancock Copy Share Image
“It was that time of the year, the turning-point of summer, when the crops of the present year are a certainty, when one begins… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever;It's loveliness increase;it will never pass into nothingness;but still will keep a bower quiet for us,and… — John Keats Copy Share Image
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things.… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“I was never afraid of failure; for I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.” — John Keats Copy Share Image
Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon and eve's one… — John Keats Copy Share Image
I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion - I have shudder'd at it. I shudder no more. I could… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Dance and Provencal song and sunburnt mirth! On for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene! With… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Many have original minds who do not think it - they are led away by custom! — John Keats Copy Share Image
A ship's engine far away on the water expands the summer-night horizon. Both joy and sorrow swell in the dew's magnifying glass. Without really… — Tomas Transtromer Copy Share Image
Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great drops of dew to bruise… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
Life is fragile, like the dew hanging delicately on the grass, crystal drops that will be carried away on the first morning breeze. — Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche Copy Share Image
It was October again ... a glorious October, all red and gold, with mellow mornings when the valleys were filled with delicate mists as… — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
Two roses on one slender spray In sweet communion grew, Together hailed the morning ray And drank the evening dew. — James Montgomery Copy Share Image
Imagine a multidimensiona l spider's web in the early morning covered with dew drops. And every dew drop contains the reflection of all the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Through her, in microcosm, the wide earth sobbed. The starglobe sank in her; the colours faded. The death-dew rose and the wild birds in… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
You don't know why, but you know you have to go home. It's an eternal longing. It's Marvell's drop of dew wanting to go… — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
No mockery in this world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. What does such advice mean?… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
YOU are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side,' said the dewdrop to… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
