Breeze Quote by William Cowper Download Open image “Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.” — William Cowper ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.8 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Breeze Cradle Infant Rocks Spring Springtime Tree Trees Western
“mountains. They stand at every view, like a mother offering a blanket in which to wrap everyday life and shelter it from useless. dreads.… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Summer has now thrown open her emerald doors. Every part of the landscape is profuse in leaves and flowers, and "green-robed senators of mighty… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
At the bottom of every leaf-stem is a cradle, and in it is an infant germ; the winds will rock it, the birds will… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
In the deep shadow of the porch A slender bind-weed springs, And climbs, like airy acrobat, The trellises, and swings And dances in the… — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Copy Share Image
“Like the magnolia tree, She bends with the wind, Trials and tribulation may weather her, Yet, after the storm her beauty blooms, See her… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March! — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
I return to the newborn world, and the soft-soil fields, What their first birthing lifted to the shores Of light, and trusted to the… — Lucretius Copy Share Image
“She imagines that she is a seed, driven by the wind, that withstands cold and heat, the worst possible conditions, until one day it… — David Bowles Copy Share Image
“It was still late summer elsewhere, but here, high in Appalachia, fall was coming; for the last three mornings, she'd been able to see… — Alex Bledsoe Copy Share Image
And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast rose… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The sap of Spring in the young wood a-stir Will celebrate with green the Mother, And every song-bird shout awhile for her; But we… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
And hast thou sworn on every slight pretence, Till perjuries are common as bad pence, While thousands, careless of the damning sin, Kiss the… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
No wild enthusiast could rest, till half the world like him was possessed. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Admirals extolled for standing still, or doing nothing with a deal of skill. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Stamps God's own name upon a lie just made, To turn a penny in the way of trade. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of Heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
But conversation, choose what theme we may, And chiefly when religion leads the way, Should flow, like waters after summer show'rs, Not as if… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
“When we don't pray, we quit the fight. Prayer keeps the Christian's armor bright. And Satan trembles when he sees. The weakest saint upon… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
But animated nature sweeter still, to soothe and satisfy the human ear. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
The sun, a red wheel, was sinking slowly in the west. Besides being spectacularly beautiful, the early-summer sunset was exceedingly soft and gentle: black mulberry leaves turned as red as roses; pristine white acacia petals shed an enshrouding pale-green aura. Mild evening breezes made both the mulberry leaves and the acacia petals dance and whirl, filling the woods with a… — Mo Yan Copy Share
Dawn's faint breath breathes with your mouth at the ends of empty streets. Gray light your eyes, sweet drops of dawn on dark hills. Your steps and breath like the wind of dawn smother houses. The city shudders, Stones exhale— you are life, an awakening. Star lost in the light of dawn, trill of the breeze, warmth, breath— the night… — Cesare Pavese Copy Share
He removed several pages of death certificates, which were picked up by another breeze and sent into the trees. Some would fall with the… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
A breeze discovered my open book And began to flutter the leaves to look — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The sea's vast depths lie open to the fish; Wherever the breezes blow the bird may fly; So to the brave man every land's a home. — Ovid Copy Share
You love young ones and babes, I know this. The young will always befriend and admire you...all the young ones of the earth belong… — Brian Jacques Copy Share Image
Life is fragile, like the dew hanging delicately on the grass, crystal drops that will be carried away on the first morning breeze. — Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche Copy Share Image
“The Deliverator belongs to an elite order, a hallowed subcategory. He’s got esprit up to here. Right now, he is preparing to carry out his third mission of the night. His uniform is black as activated charcoal, filtering the very light out of the air. A bullet will bounce off its arachnofiber weave like a wren hitting a patio door,… — Neal Stephenson Copy Share
Spring comes with flowers, autumn with the moon, summer with the breeze, winter with snow. When idle concerns don't fill your thoughts, that's your… — Wumen Huikai Copy Share Image
Creation isn't forcing or commanding something into existence. It's more of a rolling over, a good stretch, blissing out, lying on the grass watching… — Esther Hicks Copy Share Image
A beautiful woman without fixed principles may be likened to those fair but rootless flowers which float in streams, driven by every breeze. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington Copy Share Image