Breeze Quote by John Keats Download Open image “Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.” — John Keats ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.2 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Breeze Dance Dancing My soul Poppies Soul
Breath stolen, Soul touched deeper than dreamed possible. Frantic exquisite obsession of two, lost in the Dance... — Vladislas Nikilovic Copy Share Image
“He tasted like summertime - of wicked thunderstorms, fresh clover, and wild honeysuckle - and I had the sensation of falling, my stomach tumbling… — Angela B. Wade Copy Share Image
“There is a tender breeze Wafting around here Feel it from your Soul You will see Magic over here Did I just now hear… — Avijeet Das Copy Share Image
As flowerlets drooped and puckered in the night turn up to the returning sun and spread their petals wide on his new warmth and… — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within, but then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full and sank in… — Fiona Apple Copy Share Image
“The melodious song mesmerized me and cloaked my soul in a most liberating embrace I had never known. The emotion enveloped me, and smothered… — J.D. Stroube Copy Share Image
“The unknown breeze came wafting towards us and filled our hearts with the fragrance of love!” — Avijeet Das 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
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… — Mo Yan Copy Share Image
Dawn's faint breath breathes with your mouth at the ends of empty streets. Gray light your eyes, sweet drops of dawn on dark hills.… — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
He removed several pages of death certificates, which were picked up by another breeze and sent into the trees. Some would fall with the… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
A breeze discovered my open book And began to flutter the leaves to look — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The sea's vast depths lie open to the fish; Wherever the breezes blow the bird may fly; So to the brave man every land's… — Ovid Copy Share Image
You love young ones and babes, I know this. The young will always befriend and admire you...all the young ones of the earth belong… — Brian Jacques 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
“The Deliverator belongs to an elite order, a hallowed subcategory. He’s got esprit up to here. Right now, he is preparing to carry out… — Neal Stephenson Copy Share Image
Spring comes with flowers, autumn with the moon, summer with the breeze, winter with snow. When idle concerns don't fill your thoughts, that's your… — Wumen Huikai Copy Share Image
Creation isn't forcing or commanding something into existence. It's more of a rolling over, a good stretch, blissing out, lying on the grass watching… — Esther Hicks Copy Share Image
A beautiful woman without fixed principles may be likened to those fair but rootless flowers which float in streams, driven by every breeze. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington Copy Share Image
