As creeping ivy clings to wood or stone, And hides the ruin that it feeds upon, So sophistry, cleaves close to, and protects Sin's rotten trunk, concealing its defects.
Yet once more,O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never-sere I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forc'd fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.john milton
Oh roses for the flush of youth, And laurel for the perfect prime; But pluck an ivy branch for me Grown old before my time.
Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story; The days of our youth are the days of our glory; And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.Rochdale
I hate to see prudence clinging to the green suckers of youth; 'tis like ivy round a sapling, and spoils the growth of the tree.Richard Brinsley Sheridan
Here's ivy! take them, as I used to do Thy flowers, and keep them where they shall not pine. Instruct thine eyes to keep their colours true, And tell thy soul, their roots are left in mine.
Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story; The days of our youth are the days of our glory; And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.lord byron
Natural heart’s ivy, Patience masks Our ruins of wrecked past purpose.gerard manley hopkins
I sat me down to watch upon a bank With ivy canopied and interwove With flaunting honeysuckle.john milton
The holly and the ivy, When they are both full grown, Of all the trees that are in the wood The holly bears the crown.
I see that God is in all creatures, man and beast, fish and fowl, and every green thing from the highest cedar to the ivy on the wall; and that God is the life and being of them all, and that God doth really dwell, and (if you will) personally (if he may admit so low an expression) in them all, and hath his being no where else out of the creatures . . .Jacob Bottomley
Well might the thoughtful race of old With ivy twine the head Of him they hailed their god of wine Thank God:;! the lie is dead; For ivy climbs the crumbling hall To decorate decay; And spreads its dark deceitful pall To hide what wastes away.philip james bailey
That headlong ivy! not a leaf will grow But thinking of a wreath, Large leaves, smooth leaves, Serrated like my vines, and half as green. I like such ivy, bold to leap a height Twas strong to climb! as good to grow on graves As twist about a thyrsus , pretty too (And that's not ill) when twisted round a comb.
Walls must get the weather stain Before they grow the ivy.
The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love, The ivy climbs the laurel To clasp the boughs above.william cullen bryant
As creeping ivy clings to wood or stone, And hides the ruin that it feeds upon.william cowper
If aught possess thee from me, it is dross, Usurping ivy, brier, or idle moss; Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusion Infect thy sap and live on thy confusion.william shakespeare
Above his head Four lily stalks did their white honours wed To make a coronal; and round him grew All tendrils green, of every bloom and hue, Together intertwined and trammell'd fresh; The vine of glossy sprout; the ivy mesh, Shading its Ethiop berries.john keats
Yet here's eglantine, Here's ivy!, take them as I used to do Thy flowers, and keep them where they shall not pine. Instruct thine eyes to keep their colours true, And tell thy soul their roots are left in mine.
Shimer wears a mask of nodding tranquility but plays devil's advocate to the Big Ten and the ivy League.
On my velvet couch reclining, ivy leaves my brow entwining. While my soul expands with glee, What are kings and crowns to me?
Bring, bring the madding Bay, the drunken vine, The creeping, dirty, courtly ivy joinAlexander Pope
[Poison ivy: We give you life... and we can take it way just as easily!] Right! Whatever! (chuckle dismissively) [I really am to die for...]
For some students , school is the only place where they get a hot meal and a warm hug. Teachers are sometimes the only ones who tell our children they can go from an Indian reservation to the ivy League, from the home of a struggling single mom to the White House.