From his album, Mind Games (1973).
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen And waste its sweetness on the desert air.thomas gray
The lotus flower is troubled At the sun's resplendent light; With sunken head and sadly She dreamily waits for the night.Heinrich Heine
Full manya gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full manya flower is born to blush unseen And waste its sweetness on the desert air.thomas gray
And thou art worthy; full of power; Asgentle; liberal-minded, great, Consistent; wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower.Tennyson
Death in the wood,—In the death-pale lips apart;Death in a whiteness that curdled the blood,Now black to the very heart:The wonder by her was formedWho stands supreme in power;To show that life by the spirit comesShe gave us a soulless flower!elaine goodale eastman
I will become a firefly and even in the day my glow will be seen in spite of the sun. Let others be as butterflies who preen their wings and yet depend upon the charity of a flower for life. I will be as the firefly and my light will brighten the world.og mandino
For Poetry is the wisdom of the blood,That scarlet tree within, which has the powerTo make dull words bud forth and burst in flower.osbert sitwell
How doth the little busy beeImprove each shining hour,And gather honey all the dayFrom every opening flower!Isaac Watts
Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour Have passed away; less happy than the one That by the unwilling ploughshare died to prove The tender charm of poetry and love.william wordsworth
How does the Meadow-flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free Down to its root, and, in that freedom, bold.william wordsworth
The curious crime, the fine Felicity and flower of wickedness.Robert Browning
I sadly smiling remember that the flower fades to make fruit, the fruit rots to make earth.robinson jeffers
They should call the good man an ass ! They should call the bad ass a man ! ]]Ironically]] ... to speak thus of you, so smart, friend of the old and the young, of the stream and the butterfly , of the sun and the dog , of the flower and the moon , patient and thoughtful, melancholic and lovable, the Marcus Aurelius of the fields…juan ramón jiménez
The function of the rebel is to shake the fixated mores of the rigid order of civilization; and this shaking, though painful, is necessary if the society is to be saved from boredom and apathy. Obviously I do not refer to everyone who calls himself a rebel, but only to the authentic rebel. Civilization gets its first flower from the rebel.rollo may
A pardlike Spirit beautiful and swift A Love in desolation masked; a Power Girt round with weakness; it can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour; It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow; even whilst we speak Is it not broken? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly: on a cheek The life can burn in blood, even while the heart may break.Percy Bysshe Shelley
Crimson clover I discover By the garden gate, And the bees about her hover, But the robins wait. Sing, robins, sing, Sing a roundelay, 'Tis the latest flower of Spring Coming with the May!
Eyes play a very central role in the abhinaya in Koodiyattam. The eye training is very laborious and so is the process of putting on the eye make-up before the performance. We also use chundapoo , the ovary of a special flower, to put into the eye before the performance in order to make them bloodshot and strong.
Rose! thou art the sweetest flower, That ever drank the amber shower; Rose! thou art the fondest child Of dimpled Spring, the wood-nymph wild.
Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride uphold.james russell lowell
Gather ye Rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying.Robert Herrick
Whence is yonder flower so strangely bright? Would the sunset's last reflected shine Flame so red from that dead flush of light? Dark with passion is its lifted line, Hot, alive, amid the falling night.dora read goodale
This flower that first appeared as summer's guest Preserves her beauty 'mid autumnal leaves And to her mournful habits fondly cleaves.william wordsworth
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.jean giraudoux
Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.