How true it is, that there isnothing dead inthis Universe; that what we call dead is only changed, its forces working in inverse order! 'The leaf that lies rotting in moist winds,'says one,'has still force; else how could it rot?'thomas carlyle
Autumn is a second Spring when every leaf is a flower.Albert Camus
Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:– We are as they; Like them we fade away, As doth a leaf.christina rossetti
Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In Englandnow!Robert Browning
Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!Percy Bysshe Shelley
Where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. Keatsjohn keats
The last red leaf is whirled away, The rooks are blown about the skies.Tennyson
A painting or sculpture not modelled on any real object is every bit as concrete and sensuous as a leaf or a stone.. ..(but) it is an incomplete art which privileges the intellect to the detriment of the senses... (art must be like..) fruit that grows in man, like a fruit on a plant or a child in it’s mother’s womb. (circa 1930)hans arp
Lifeless in appearance, sluggish dazed spring approaches — They enter the new world naked, cold, uncertain of all save that they enter. All about them The cold, familiar wind — Now the grass, tomorrow the stiff curl of wildcarrot leaf One by one objects are defined — It quickens: clarity, outline of leaf But now the stark dignity of entrance — Still, the profound change has come upon them: rooted, they grip down and begin to awaken.william carlos williams
One of the deepest and strangest of all human moods is the mood which will suddenly strike us perhaps in a garden at night , or deep in sloping meadows, the feeling that every flower and leaf has just uttered something stupendously direct and important, and that we have by a prodigy of imbecility not heard or understood it. There is a certain poetic value , and that a genuine one, in this sense of having missed the full meaning of things. There is beauty , not only in wisdom , but in this dazed and dramatic ignorance .gilbert keith chesterton
All that happens in the world of Nature or Man, — every war; every peace; every hour of prosperity; every hour of adversity; every election; every death ; every life; every success and every failure, — all change, — all permanence, — the perished leaf; the unutterable glory of stars, — all things speak truth to the thoughtful spirit.rufus choate
The leaf and his body were one. Neither possessed a separate permanent self. Neither could exist independently from the rest of the universe.thich nhat hanh
You can see their legacy alive in all kinds of ways: in Bhopal’s zardosi work, a kind of embroidery done on bridal outfits, sherwanis , and purses ; in the famous handicraft of batua , a small string purse usually used with Indian traditional clothes; even in the continuing popularity of shairi and poetry recitals and in the nafasat (or sophistication) of its old residents; or in nay recipes for the preparation of betel leaf or paan that are still consumed here.
Oh, to be in England, Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf, Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England now.Robert Browning
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 Wreath's of brightest myrtle wove With brilliant tears of bliss among it, And many a rose leaf cull'd by Love To heal his lips when bees have stung it.thomas moore
Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade Of the leaf where you slumbered all day; Be content with the moon and the stars, pretty moth, And make use of your wings while you may.
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But tho' dreams of delight may have dazzled you quite, They at last found it dangerous play; Many things in this world that look bright, pretty moth, Only dazzle to lead us astray.
I have liv'd long enough: my way of life Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.