From the white-blossomed sloe, my dear Chloe requested, A sprig her fair breast to adorn. No! by Heav'n, I exclaim'd, may I perish, If ever I plant in that bosom a thorn.
For me real peace is lying on a river bank in summer with a sprig of grass in my mouth. I have friends who jet off to a luxury hotel. I think, 'How can you enjoy such ghastly luxury?'griff rhys jones
O, love is the soul of a true Irishman; He loves all that's lovely, loves all that he can, With his sprig of shillelagh and shamrock so green.
With every leaf a miracle … and from this bush in the door-yard, With delicate-colour'd blossoms, and heart-shaped leaves of rich green A sprig, with its flower, I break.walt whitman