Bees Quote by William Allingham

My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine…

— Lord Byron

Stealing the blue from the splashing seas, A tinge of green from the youthful trees, A bit of orange from the sunset hues, With…

— Anonymous

Here is a little forest Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In its unfading…

— Emily Dickinson

The grapes on a score of rolling hills are red with autumn flame. Across Sonoma Mountain wisps of sea fog are stealing. The afternoon…

— Jack London

“Life is very tough and fragile at the same time, it never backs down or surrenders, but will break open to reveal its beauty…

— Anthony Liccione

Long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory; Long as there are violets, They will have a place in story:…

— William Wordsworth

So with the stretch of the white road before me, Shining snow crystals rainbowed by the sun, Fields that are white, stained with long,…

— Amy Lowell

Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you" Birds singing in the sycamore tree Dream a little dream of…

— Gus Kahn

I dreamt -- marvellous error! -- that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and…

— Antonio Machado

A freak but moist flower tangles my lungs, knits into my heart, crawls up my throat and sucks like octopi on my tongue. You…

— Anne Sexton

I was trapped in admiration for what I had once admired, as a fly in amber remains the captive of some long-vanished pine.

— Gene Wolfe

More than half a century has passed, and yet each spring, when I wander into the primrose wood, I see the pale yellow blooms…

— Gertrude Jekyll