Bees Quote by Leigh Hunt

Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray, With joyous musick wake the dawning day.

— Alexander Pope

Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

— Pablo Neruda

Now summer is in flower and natures hum Is never silent round her sultry bloom Insects as small as dust are never done Wi'…

— John Clare

“Green is the soul of Spring. Summer may be dappled with yellow, Autumn with orange and Winter with white but Spring is drenched with…

— Paul Kortepeter

Here is a little forest Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In its unfading…

— Emily Dickinson

The sap of Spring in the young wood a-stir Will celebrate with green the Mother, And every song-bird shout awhile for her; But we…

— Robert Graves

When loud by landside streamlets gush, And clear in the greenwood quires the thrush, With sun on the meadows And songs in the shadows…

— Robert Louis Stevenson

When May, with cowslip-braided locks, Walks through the land in green attire. And burns in meadow-grass the phlox His torch of purple fire: And…

— Bayard Taylor

It was one of those winter days that suddenly dream of spring, when the sky is blue and soft and clear, and the wind…

— Shirley Jackson

“I heard a rapid alternation of notes, a vibrating staccato of an ancient instrument, nearly as old as nature herself, a cricket singing in…

— Jeffrey A. White

“There is a flower that Bees prefer— And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire— And Whatsoever Insect pass— A Honey bear…

— Emily Dickinson

“O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven like ghosts from an enchanter…

— Ode to the West Wind