Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:– We are as they; Like them we fade away, As doth a leaf.
We hate war . We do not rejoice in victories. We rejoice when a new kind of cotton is grown, and when strawberries bloom in Israel .
In plucking the fruit of memory one runs the risk of spoiling its bloom.Constantinus
What is charm, it is not a moral quality.. it is not intellectual for no man by much thinking is able to add a grain of it to his personality. One either has it or has it not, it cannot be acquired or even cultivated. It is not physical even.. it seems to be added to the human personality, an aura, a glow, the gold dust upon a butterfly's wing, the bloom upon a peach.flora thompson
The masterpiece should appear as the flower to the painter perfect in its bud as in its bloom with no reason to explain its presence no mission to fulfill a joy to the artist, a delusion to the philanthropist a puzzle to the botanist an accident of sentiment and alliteration to the literary man.Whistler
If April showers should come your way, they bring the flowers that bloom in May.
I'll love you till the bluebells forget to bloom; I'll love you till the clover has lost its perfume. I'll love you till the poets run out of rhyme, Until the twelfth of never and that's a long, long time.Paul Webster
But pleasures are like poppies spread You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river A moment white then melts forever.Robert Burns
Wondrous interlacement! Holding fast to threads by green and silky rings, With the dawn it spreads its white and purple wings; Generous in its bloom, and sheltering while it clings, Sturdy morning-glory.helen hunt jackson
Every time a good child dies, an angel of God comes down to earth. He takes the child in his arms, spreads out his great white wings, and flies with it all over the places the child loved on earth. The angel plucks a large handful of flowers, and they carry it with them up to God, where the flowers bloom more brightly than they ever did on earth.hans christian andersen
The bloom fell off my branches and joy did cast off its flowersamuel rutherford
Man is a complex being who makes deserts bloom and lakes die.gladys bronwyn stern
In plucking the fruit of memory one runs the risk of spoiling its bloom.joseph conrad
I thought that prattling boys and girls Would fill this empty room; That my rich heart would gather flowers From childhood's opening bloom. One child and two green graves are mine, This is God's gift to me; A bleeding, fainting, broken heart This is my gift to Thee.elizabeth payson prentiss
Line after line my gushing eyes o'erflow, Led thro' a sad variety of woe: Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom, Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!Alexander Pope
And beauty, for confiding youth, Those shocks of passion can prepare That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair.william wordsworth
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
What plant we in this apple tree? Sweets for a hundred flowery springs To load the May-wind's restless wings, When, from the orchard-row, he pours Its fragrance through our open doors; A world of blossoms for the bee, Flowers for the sick girl's silent room, For the glad infant sprigs of bloom, We plant with the apple tree.william cullen bryant
The apples that grew on the fruit-tree of knowledge By woman were pluck'd, and she still wears the prize To tempt us in theatre, senate, or college I mean the love-apples that bloom in the eyes.
Every man who becomes heartily and understandingly a channel of the Divine benef1cence, is enriched through every league of his life. Perennial satisfaction springs around and within him with perennial verdure. Flowers of gratitude and gladness bloom all along his pathway, and the melodious gurgle of the blessings he bears is echoed back by the melodious waves of the recipient stream.
At the head of Flora's dance; Simple Snow-drop, then in thee All thy sister-train I see; Every brilliant bud that blows, From the blue-bell to the rose; All the beauties that appear, On the bosom of the Year, All that wreathe the locks of Spring, Summer's ardent breath perfume, Or on the lap of Autumn bloom, All to thee their tribute bring.james montgomery