Roman playwright of the Old Latin period
No good water comes from a muddy spring. No sweet fruit comes from a bitter seed.josé rizal
With eyes up-raised, as one inspired, Pale Melancholy sate retired, And from her wild sequestered seat, In notes by distance made more sweet, Poured thro' the mellow horn her pensive soul.william collins
"To regret the exchange of earthly pleasures for the joys of heaven, is as if the grovelling caterpillar should lament that it must one day quit the nibbled leaf to soar aloft and flutter through the air, roving at will from flower to flower, sipping sweet honey from their cups, or basking in their sunny petals."anne brontë
A thing of beauty is a joy forever. Its loveliness increases, it will never pass into nothingness.john keats
sweet bird! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year.john logan
He bore a simple wild-flower wreath: Narcissus, and the sweet brier rose; Vervain, and flexile thyme, that breathe Rich fragrance; modest heath, that glows With purple bells; the amaranth bright, That no decay, nor fading knows, Like true love's holiest, rarest light; And every purest flower, that blows In that sweet time, which Love most blesses, When spring on summer's confines presses.thomas love peacock
It was the whiteness of the whale that above all things appalled me?for all these accumulated associations, with whatever is sweet, and honourable, and sublime, there yet lurks an elusive something in the innermost idea of this hue, which strikes more of a panic to the soul than that redness which affrights in blood.Herman Melville
And the jessamine faint, and the sweet tuberose, The sweetest flower for scent that blows.Percy Bysshe Shelley
All these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come.william shakespeare
Gracious as sunshine, sweet as dew Shut in a lily's golden core.margaret junkin preston
Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court?william shakespeare
The rose is fragrant, but it fades in time: The violet sweet, but quickly past the prime White lilies hang their heads, and soon decay, And white snow in minutes melts away.john dryden
Along the river's summer walk, The withered tufts of asters nod; And trembles on its arid stalk The hoar plume of the golden-rod. And on a ground of sombre fir, And azure-studded juniper, The silver birch its buds of purple shows, And scarlet berries tell where bloomed the sweet wild-rose!
sweet tears! the awful language, eloquent Of infinite affection; far too big For words.robert pollok
sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky.