Blow Quote by William C. Bryant Download Open image “Or, bide thou where the poppy blows With windflowers fail and fair.” — William C. Bryant ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.2 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare Blow Failing Fairs Poppies
And when a whirl-winde hath blowne the dust of the Churchyard into the Church, and man sweeps out the dust of the Church into… — John Donne Copy Share Image
And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
When you have done your best for a flower, and it fails, you have some reason to be aggrieved. — Frank Arthur Swinnerton Copy Share Image
If thou canst but thither, There grows the flower of Peace, The Rose that cannot wither, Thy fortress and thy ease. — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
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O Prosperina, For the flowers now that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon; daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Alas! it is better to wander in perpetual sterility than to be tortured with the remembrance of flowers that have withered” — Charles Robert Maturin Copy Share Image
O ye whose years unfolding fair Are fresh with youth, and free from care, Should vice and indolence desire The garden of your souls… — Lydia Sigourney Copy Share Image
“...for flowers that will bloom in a garden will die on a heath...” — James Fenimore Cooper Copy Share Image
But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy, Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great: Of Nature's gifts thou mayst with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within. — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Lo! while we are gazing, in swifter haste Stream down the snows, till the air is white, As, myriads by myriads madly chased, They… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
But Winter has yet brighter scenes-he boasts Splendors beyond what gorgeous Summer knows; Or Autumn with his many fruits, and woods All flushed with… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,- The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, And dies among his… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last. — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
A silence, the brief Sabbath of an hour, Reigns o'er the fields; the laborer sits within His dwelling; he has left his steers awhile,… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love; The ivy climbs the laurel To clasp the boughs above. — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
The wind always seems to blow against catchers when they are running. — Joe Garagiola Copy Share Image
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our teeples, drowned the cocks! You sulphurour… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If he wants to blow his head off, let him. I don't give a damn about Jim Bakker. — Jessica Hahn Copy Share Image
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Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time. — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
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Music is a wind that blows away the years, memories, and fear, that crouching animal I carry inside me. — Isabel Allende Copy Share Image
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One of the wonderful things about Portlandia - and I'm not just blowing smoke, although I can blow smoke, but I'm not - is… — Scott Raab Copy Share Image
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