Dew Quote by Pablo Neruda Download Open image “And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.” — Pablo Neruda ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.5 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Dew Fall Pastures Poetry Soul Verses
“A book of verses underneath the bough A flask of wine, a loaf of bread and thou Beside me singing in the wilderness And… — Omar Khayyám Copy Share Image
A verse may find him whom a sermon flies, And turn delight into a sacrifice... — George Herbert Copy Share Image
“Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforth in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of my door Of individual life, I shall command The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand Serenely in the sunshine as before, Without the sense of that which I forbore-- Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land Doom… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share
And the lord shall guide thee continually, and satisfy thy soul in drought, and make thy bones: and thou shalt be like a spring… — Bible Copy Share Image
“Come fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring Your Winter-garment of repentance fling: The bird of Time has but a little way… — William De Witt Hyde Copy Share Image
Today's verse is from Lamentations The Lord's steadfast love never ceases! — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I don't understand the whole thrilling verse, but I love the way poetry turns ordinary words into winged things that rise up and soar! — Margarita Engle Copy Share Image
“Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky; The dew shall weep thy fall tonight, For thou… — George Herbert Copy Share Image
“Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and Thou Beside me singing in… — Omar Khayyám Copy Share Image
For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that's why the clay and the flower,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I remember only a day that was perhaps never intended for me, it was an incessant day, without origins, Thursday. I was a man… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“We had, as men, time So our thirst could slowly be satisfied, the ancestral longing to enumerate things and sum them up, to render… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I don't know who it is who lives or dies, who rests or wakes, but it is your heart that distributes all the graces… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs, you look like a world, lying in surrender. My rough peasant's body digs in you and… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
We open the halves of a miracle, and a clotting of acids brims into the starry divisions: creation's original juices, irreducible, changeless, alive: so… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter. Do not take away the… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Perhaps the earth can teach us As when everything seems dead And later proves to be alive — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.” — Pablo Neruda 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
