"Strike one" the Umpire said.From the bleachers black with people there rose a sullen roar,Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore,"Kill him! Kill the Umpire!" shouted some one from the stand —And it's likely they'd have done it had not Casey raised his hand.ernest thayer
The rose is fragrant, but it fades in time: The violet sweet, but quickly past the prime White lilies hang their heads, and soon decay, And white snow in minutes melts away.john dryden
Here tulips bloom as they are told; Unkempt about those hedges blows An English unofficial rose.rupert brooke
The dark notes rose everywhere, so dark, so sombre, they broke into a fountainlight as the rainbow sparkling and immaterial as invisible sources and echoes. The savannahs grew lonelyas the sea and broke again into a wave and forest. Tall trees with black marching boots and feet were clad in the spurs and sharp wings of a butterfly.Rolf Harris
Writing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer. And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
Night after night the nightingale came to beg for divine love, but though the rose trembled at the sound of his voice, her petals remained closed to him...Flower and bird, two species never meant to mate. Yet at length the rose overcame her fear and from that single, forbidden union was born the red rose that Allah never intended the world to know.susan kay
Hope is like a harebell, trembling from its birth,Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth,Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white,Love is like a lovely rose, the world’s delight.Harebells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth,But the rose with all its thorns excels them both.christina rossetti
She was a form of life and light That seen, became a part of sight, And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye, The morning-star of memory! Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared, by Alla given, To lift from earth our low desire.lord byron
The music, and the banquet, and the wine The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments The white arms and the raven hair the braids, And bracelets; swan-like bosoms, and the necklace, An India in itself, yet dazzling not.lord byron
Coquetry whets the appetite; flirtation depraves it. Coquetry is the thorn that guards the rose easily trimmed off when once plucked. Flirtation is like the slime on water-plants, making them hard to handle, and when caught, only to be cherished in slimy waters.
When the rest of the congregation rose at the entrance of the choir he kept his seat. He argued that rising to one's feet at such a time tended to make the choir-boys conceited.
What would the rose with all her pride be worth, Were there no sun to call her brightness forth?
To-morrow never yet on any human being rose or set.
He bore a simple wild-flower wreath: Narcissus, and the sweet brier rose; Vervain, and flexile thyme, that breathe Rich fragrance; modest heath, that glows With purple bells; the amaranth bright, That no decay, nor fading knows, Like true love's holiest, rarest light; And every purest flower, that blows In that sweet time, which Love most blesses, When spring on summer's confines presses.thomas love peacock
rose a nurse of ninety years, Set his child upon her knee^ Like summer tempest came her tears^ 'Sweet my child, I live for thee.'Tennyson
Reachmea rose, honey, and pour mea last drop intothat there crystal glass.
For inspiration I look to those great players who consistently found original ways to shock their opponents. None did this better than the eighth world champion, Mikhail Tal. The "Magician of Riga" rose to become champion in 1960 at age twenty-three and became famous for his aggressive, volatile play.garry kasparov
The desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose.
Et sonnant d’avance sa victoire, Mon chant jaillit si net, si fier, si peremptoire Que l’horizon, saisi d'un rose tremblement, M’obéit.edmond rostand
The rose of all the world is not for me. I want for my part Only the little white rose of Scotland That smells sharp and sweet - and breaks the heart.hugh macdiarmid