Clusters Quote by Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind in never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Where, twisted round the barren oak, The summer vine in beauty clung, And summer winds the stillness broke, The crystal icicle is hung.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“It was a garden, a walled garden. Overgrown but with beautiful bones visible still. Someone had cared for this garden once. The remains of…

— Kate Morton

The wind picks up. It sends leaves scurrying for cover until a softer breeze blows through, settling them down again as if to say,…

— Libba Bray

Leaves hung in the stillness like hands of the newly dead.

— Erik Larson

Don't long for the unripe grape.

— Horace

The heavy rain beat down the tender branches of vine and jessamine, and trampled on them in its fury; and when the lightning gleamed,…

— Charles Dickens

O, Winter! Put away thy snowy pride; O, Spring! Neglect the cowslip and the bell; O, Summer! Throw thy pears and plums aside; O,…

— Thomas Chatterton

“The leaves were still on the trees, but were becoming dry, perched like birds ready to fly off.”

— Buchi Emecheta

O frost bitten blossoms, That are unfolding your wings From out the envious black branches. Bloom quickly and make much of the sunshine. The…

— William Carlos Williams

The vine that has been made to bear fruit in the spring, withers and dies before autumn.

— Jean-Baptiste Rousseau

The grape becomes tinted from the grape it comes in contact with.

— Juvenal