And al smail fowlys syngis on the spray: Welcum the lord of lycht, and lamp of day.
And all small fowlys singis on the spray: Welcum the lord of lycht and lamp of day.Gavin Douglas
And on that grave where English oak and holly And laurel wreaths entwine, Deem it not all a too presumptuous folly, This spray of Western pine!
We have more televangelists per square mile here in this part of the country than I really care to think about. Maybe somebody out there will figure out how to spray for them.mercedes lackey
A life on the ocean wave!A home on the rolling deep,Where the scattered waters rave,And the winds their revels keep!Like an eagle caged I pineOn this dull unchanging shore:Oh give me the flashing brine,The spray and the tempest's roar!epes sargent
Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew. In quiet she reposes: Ah! would that I did too.Matthew Arnold
When I set out for Lyonnesse, A hundred miles away, The rime was on the spray, And starlight lit my lonesomeness.thomas hardy
I count the columned waves at war With Titan elements; and they, In martial splendor, storm the bar And shake the world, these bits of spray.joaquin miller
O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warbl'st at eve, when all the woods are still.john milton
Oh, when we are journeying through the murky night and the dark woods of affliction and sorrow, it is something to find here and there a spray broken, or a leafy stem bent down with the tread of His foot and the brush of His hand as He passed; and to remember that the path He trod He has hallowed, and thus to find lingering fragrance and hidden strength in the remembrance of Him as " in all points tempted like as we are," bearing grief for us, bearing grief with us, bearing grief like us.
The glorious Angel, who was keeping The gates of Light, beheld her weeping; And, as he nearer drew and listen'd To her sad song, a tear-drop glisten'd Within his eyelids, like the spray From Eden's fountain, where it lies On the blue flow'r, which Bramins say Blooms nowhere but in Paradise.thomas moore
The thrustelcok made eek hir lay, The wode dove upon the spray She sang ful loude and cleere.Geoffrey Chaucer
Oh, stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay, Nor quit for me the trembling spray, A hapless lover courts thy lay, Thy soothing, fond complaining.Robert Burns
The pepper spraying of eleven UC Davis students is a startling visual revelation of a pattern repeated over two decades: the widespread use of a potent chemical compound to subdue political protesters, prison inmates and inner city youths, in spite of numerous warnings by health officials of potentially life-threatening effects. The Davis episode shows that pepper spray has become a weapon of choice even for University of California police.
Something is wrong with the system when our children, our students, struggling peacefully to have their voices heard, are answered by the spray of chemical weapons and the sting of a baton
Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray.
We have more televangelists per square mile here in this part of the country than I really care to think about. Maybe somebody out there will figure out how to spray for them.
The punctual tide draws up the bay, With ripple of wave and hiss of spray.
These Winter nights against my window-pane, nature with busy pencil draws designs of ferns and blossoms and fine spray of pines, oak-leaf and acorn and fantastic vines, which she will make when summer comes again. Quaint arabesques in argent, flat and cold, like curious Chinese etchings.thomas bailey aldrich
Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray, With joyous musick wake the dawning day!Alexander Pope
Then from the neighboring thicket the mocking-bird, wildest of singers, Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o'er the water, Shook from his little throat such floods of delirious music, That the whole air and the woods and the waves seemed silent to listen.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Now the great winds shorewards blow; Now the salt tides seawards flow; Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray.Matthew Arnold
Rapt, twirling in thy hand a withered spray, And waiting for the spark from heaven to fall.Matthew Arnold