Cypresses Quote by Thomas Campbell Download Open image “For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb.” — Thomas Campbell ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.5 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Cypresses Flowers Rose Rustic Spread Tombs Yew
“Sitting under a tree, I studied my options. The fall flowers were in full bloom: verbena, goldenrod, chrysanthemum, and a late-blooming rose. The carefully… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Copy Share Image
“I moved deeper into the comforting gloom, along a stone walkway covered in cherry blossoms that lay like tenebrous snow in the glow of lamplights to either side. Just days earlier, these same blossoms had been celebrated by living Tokyoites, who came here in their drunken thousands to see reflected in the blossom’s brief and vital beauty the inherent pathos… — Barry Eisler Copy Share
All green was anished sae of pine and yew, That still displayed their melancholy hue; Sae the green holly with its berries red, And… — George Crabbe Copy Share Image
“Beyond these the flowers were more frequent, but paler, less glossy, more thickly seeded, more tightly folded, and disposed, by accident, in festoons so graceful that I would fancy I saw floating upon the stream, as though after the dreary stripping of the decorations used in some Watteau festival, moss-roses in loosened garlands. Elsewhere a corner seemed to be reserved… — Marcel Proust Copy Share
Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Never did tombs look so ghastly white. Never did cypress, or yew, or juniper so seem the embodiment of funeral gloom. Never did tree… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
“The flat area immediately below was broken up into a formal pattern of beds containing oleander and more clipped clouds of box, a southern imitation of the grand parterres of aristocratic chateaux. A rose garden beyond was the first in a series of gardens created on descending levels, apparently linked by a magnificently overgrown wisteria. Dense lines of cypress hid… — Deborah Lawrenson Copy Share
We adorn graves with flowers and redolent plants, just emblems of the life of man, which has been compared in the Holy Scriptures to… — John Evelyn Copy Share Image
Roses can grow in slums just as weeds can grow around mansions. — Richard Paul Evans Copy Share Image
A second blow of many flowers appears, flowers faintly tinged and breathing no perfume; but fruits, not blossoms, form the woodland wreath that circles… — James Grahame Copy Share Image
It's not about the body; you are consciousness. That's what you are. Your consciousness is already out of your body. You don't need to… — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world--a sacred gift to man. — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
The being level speaks the language of art, music, color shape and pattern directly -- a language that requires no words -- is not… — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in. — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
Love! the surviving gift of Heaven, The choicest sweet of Paradise, In life's else bitter cup distilled. — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
Much can they praise the trees so straight and high, The sailing pine,the cedar proud and tall, The vine-prop elm, the poplar never dry,… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
You will find a spring by the dwelling of the dead, to the left. Next to it stands a white cypress. Do not approach that spring, do not go near it. You will find another spring that pours from the lake of Memory, cool water gushes out of it. There are guards in front of it. Address these words to… — Gustaw Herling-Grudzinski Copy Share
They chatter together like birds on Cypress Hill, but all they say is 'Live, live, live, live, live!' It's all they've learned, it's the… — Tennessee Williams Copy Share Image
Give your heart,but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.And stand together,yet not too near together:… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Only after Winter comes do we know that the pine and the cypress are the last to fade. — Confucius Copy Share Image
And in the afternoon they entered a land - but such a land! A land hung in mourning, darkened by gigantic cypresses, submerged; a… — George Washington Cable Copy Share Image
Reelfoot is, and has always been, a lake of mystery.In places it is bottomless. Other places the skeletons of the cypress-trees that went down… — Irvin S. Cobb Copy Share Image
The groves and thickets of smaller trees are full of blooming evergreen vines. These vines are not arranged in separate groups, or in delicate… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Every moment a taste of that beauty in our mouths, another stashed in a pocket. Impossible to say what: no cypress so handsome, no sunlight, a lonely hiddenness. Other pleasure gathers a crowd, starts a fight, lots of noise there. But soul beauty stays quiet..his amazing whereabouts unknown inside my heart. — Rumi Copy Share
"I'm not going anywhere," she told me that night. But until we are old ladies-a cypress age, a Sawtooth age-I will continue to link… — Karen Russell Copy Share Image
Cypress Point is such a beautiful place, but it's also very exclusive. They had a very successful membership drive last month. They drove out… — Bob Hope Copy Share Image
When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet: And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share
