Give ear, O ye heavens, and I will speak: and hear, O earth, the words of my mouth. My doctrine shall drop as the rain, my speech shall distil as the dew, as the small rain upon thetender herb, and as the showers upon the grass.
Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity! It is like the precious ointment upon the head, that ran down upon the beard, even Aaron's beard: that went down to the skirts of his garments; As the dew of Hermon, and as the dew that descended upon the mountains of Zion: for there the L commanded the blessing, even life for evermore.Bible (Old Testament)
Small service is true service while it lasts: Of humblest friends, bright Creature! scorn not one; The Daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dew drop from the Sun.william wordsworth
A gush of bird-song, a patter of dew, a cloud, and a rainbow's warning, suddenly sunshine and perfect blue, an April day in the morning.
The foot less prompt to meet the morning dew, The heart less bounding at emotion new, And hope, once crushed, less quick to spring again.Matthew Arnold
For when thy folding-star arising showsHis paly circlet, at his warning lampThe fragrant hours, and elvesWho slept in buds the day,And many a nymph who wreathes her brows with sedgeAnd sheds the fresh'ning dew, and lovelier still,The pensive pleasures sweetPrepare thy shadowy car.william collins
Corruption is a tree, whose branches are Of an immeasurable length: they spread Ev'rywhere; and the dew that drops from thence Hath infected some chairs and stools of authority.John Fletcher
My heart is a flower, budding, blooming, dripping dew, dropping petals all over the place, making a big hopeless mess, stinking things up, waiting for someone to come flying over and suck the pollen out of me. Suck me dry. 'Til I wilt. 'Til I am nothing. 'Til next spring.john s. hall
And my heart springs up anew, bright and confident and true. And the old love comes to meet me, in the dawning and the dew.Robert Louis Stevenson
I am?a mushroom On whom the dew of heaven drops now and then.John Ford
Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn, Come clear of the nets of wrong and right; Laugh, heart, again in the grey twilight, Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.
All quiet along the Potomac to-night,No sound save the rush of the river,While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead—The picket ’s off duty forever.ethel lynn beers
He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.john dryden
This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.john muir
Friar Lawrence alone, with a basket The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Check’ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light; And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels From forth day’s path and Titan’s burning wheels. Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye The day to cheer and night’s dank dew to dry. I must spill this oster cage of ours With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.
The garden rose may richly bloom In cultured soil and genial air, To cloud the light of Fashion's room Or droop in Beauty's midnight hair, In lonelier grace, to sun and dew The sweetbrier on the hillside shows Its single leaf and fainter hue, Untrained and wildly free, yet still a sister rose!john greenleaf whittier
The tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike.james montgomery
For never yet one hour in his bed Have I enjoyed the golden dew of sleep, But have been waked by his timorous dreams.william shakespeare
The wind blows out, the bubble dies; The spring entomb'd in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past and man forgot.
The hawthorn-trees blow in the dew of the morning.Robert Burns
A foot more light, a step more true, Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew.walter scott
Story on Story of wonderful hills and streams Their blue-green haze locked in clouds! Mists brush my thin cap with moisture dew wets my coat of plaited straw On my feet I wear pilgrim's sandals My hand holds a stick of old rattan Though I look down again on the dusty world What is that land of dreams to me?han shan