Bees Quote by Lucy Larcom Download Open image “The peach-bud glows, the wild bee hums, and wind-flowers wave in graceful gladness.” — Lucy Larcom ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.8 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Bees Bud Flower Gladness Peaches Spring Wave Wind
Here come the hum the golden bees Underneath full blossomed trees, At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“From blossoms comes this brown paper bag of peaches we bought from the boy at the bend in the road where we turned toward… — Li-Young Lee Copy Share Image
It is not merely the multiplicity of tints, the gladness of tone, or the balminess of the air which delight in the spring; it… — Novalis Copy Share Image
“It was good to emerge from this silent semi-darkness into a bright glade. Suddenly everything was different: the earth was warm; the air was… — Vasily Grossman Copy Share Image
Hawthorn, white and odorous with blossom, framing the quiet fields, and swaying flowers and grasses, and the hum of bees. — F. S Flint 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
Nothing will supply the want of sunshine to peaches, and, to make knowledge valuable, you must have the cheerfulness of wisdom. Whenever you are… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
O Mariner-soul, Thy quest is but begun, There are new worlds Forever to be won. — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
A tattered copy of Johnson's large Dictionary was a great delight to me, on account of the specimens of English versifications which I found… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
We were not meant to mask ourselves before our fellow-beings, but to be, through our human forms, true and clear utterances of the spirit… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
I never thought that the possession of money would make me feel rich: it often does seem to have an opposite effect. But then,… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
Whether rich or poor, a home is not a home unless the roots of love are ever striking deeper through the crust of the… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
The New Hampshire girls who came to Lowell were descendants of the sturdy backwoodsmen who settled that State scarcely a hundred years before.... They… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
The religion of our fathers overhung us children like the shadow of a mighty tree against the trunk of which we rested, while we… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
These blossoms, gathered in familiar paths, With dear companions now passed out of sight, Shall not be laid upon their graves. They live, Since… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
The curse of covetousness is that it destroys manhood by substituting money for character. — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
Rich or poor, every child comes into the world with some imperative need of its own, which shapes its individuality. — Lucy Larcom 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
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
There are certain pursuits which, if not wholly poetic and true, do at least suggest a nobler and finer relation to nature than we… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
