Bark Quote by Walter Scott

How sweet the harmonies of the afternoon! The Blackbird sings along the sunny breeze His ancient song of leaves, and summer boon; Rich breath…

— Frederick Tennyson

'Tis always morning somewhere, and aboveThe awakening continents, from shore to shore,Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sunset over rippling sea's Seagulls hover on a gentle breeze Enchanting colors rise up high As night slowly wraps around the sky Shadows and…

— Tracie_indi

“The clouds, warm now, sun-spotted, sweep over the hills, leaving gold in the water, and gold on the necks of the swans.”

— Virginia Woolf

“During the night a fine, delicate summer rain had washed the plains, leaving the morning sky crisp and clean. The sun shone warm—soon to…

— Cate Campbell Beatty

She comes majestic with her swelling sails, The gallant Ship: along her watery way, Homeward she drives before the favouring gales; Now flirting at…

— Robert Southey

“There’s a beauty in birds on the wing, That stirs the heart and makes earthbound creatures Long for flight, but the larks above the…

— Charles Todd

But you the pathways of the sky Found first, and tasted heavenly springs, Unfettered as the lark that sings, And knew strange raptures, -…

— Florence Earle Coates

Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But most where trees are…

— Emily Bronte

The morning is full of storm in the heart of summer. The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye, the wind, travelling, waving them…

— Pablo Neruda

That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against…

— William Shakespeare

And the wind upon its way whispered the boughs of May, And touched the nodding peony flowers to bid them waken.

— Siegfried Sassoon