I love the fair lilies and roses so gay,They are rich in their pride and their splendor;But still more do I love to wander awayTo the meadow so sweet,Where down at my feet,The harebell blooms modest and tender.
Beside the brook and on the umbered meadow, Where yellow fern-tufts fleck the faded ground, With folded lids beneath their palmy shadow The gentian nods in dewy slumbers bound.sarah helen whitman
All the night the frogs go chuckle, all the day the birds are singing In the pond beside the meadow, by the roadway poplar- lined, In the field between the trenches are a million blossoms springing 'Twixt the grass of silver bayonets where the lines of battle wind Where man has manned the trenches for the maiming of his kind.
When Winter scourged the meadow and the hill And in the withered leafage worked his will, Then water shrank, and shuddered, and stood still, Then built himself a magic house of glass, Irised with memories of flowers and grass, Wherein to sit and watch the fury pass.Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
I think you will like them, when you shall see them on a beautiful quarto page, where a neat rivulet of text shall meander through a meadow of margin.Richard Brinsley Sheridan
Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream,And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream.george linley
It is the mind which creates the world around us, and even though we stand side by side in the same meadow, my eyes will never see what is beheld by yours, my heart will never stir to the emotions with which yours is touched.george gissing
The brightest blades grow dim with rust, The fairest meadow white with snow.
I love the fair lilies and roses so gay, They are rich in their pride and their splendor; But still more do I love to wander away To the meadow so sweet, Where down at my feet, The harebell blooms modest and tender.
John Bunyan, while he had a surpassing genius, would not condescend to cull his language from the garden of flowers; but he went into the hayfield and the meadow, and plucked up his language by the roots, and spoke out in the words that the people used in their cottages.
Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows, Fair is the daisy that beside her grows.john gay
See, how the stream has overflowed Its banks, and o'er the meadow road Is spreading far and wide!Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The fireflies o'er the meadow In pulses come and go.james russell lowell
You shall see them on a beautiful quarto page, where a neat rivulet of text shall meander through a meadow of margin.Richard Brinsley Sheridan
Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it.ralph waldo emerson
Born in the purple, born to joy and pleasance, Thou dost not toil nor spin, But makest glad and radiant with thy presence The meadow and the lin.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Alone until she dies, Bessie Bighead, hired help, born in the workhouse, smelling of the cowshed, snores bass and gruff on a couch of straw in a loft in Salt Lake Farm and picks a posy of daisies in Sunday meadow to put on the grave of Gomer Owen who kissed her once by the pig-sty when she wasn't looking and never kissed her again although she was looking all the time.dylan thomas
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