Poetry Quote by William Allingham

“The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted.”

— Byron

“It is pleasant to walk over the beds of these fresh, crisp, and rustling leaves. How beautifully they go to their graves! how gently…

— Henry David Thoreau

“Running through an unfamiliar forest filled with thorns is half an exercise in masochism, and half an obstacle course from the deepest reaches of…

— Seanan McGuire

“I am a thornbush, bristling from the overattention of my parents, and he is a man of a million little fatherly stab wounds, and…

— Gillian Flynn

“MRS ARBUTHNOT For me the world is shriveled to a palm's breath, and where I walk there are thorns. HESTER It shall not be…

— Oscar Wilde

“Walking the path, I stop to pick up bleached bark from a tree, curled into a scroll of ancient wisdom I am unable to…

— Harryette Mullen

“Lies twist and snarl like ever-growing, thorn-covered vines, Vines that are unavoidable, they grow from anywhere, reaching up to cut you.”

— Frank Murray

“Reluctance Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of view And looked…

— Robert Frost

“when serpents bargain for the right to squirm and the sun strikes to gain a living wage - when thorns regard their roses with…

— E. E. Cummings

“Hurriedly then he donned his magical sword in its wide scabbard of leather; and with scanty provisions hastened over the fields, after the last…

— Lord Dunsany

“This is all a tale of an older world and a forgotten countryside. At this moment of time change has come; a screaming line…

— John Buchan

“I scuff the toe of my boot through the dirt, uncovering pine needles and half-rotted leaves shed by the cottonwood looming over me. My…

— Rae Carson