For in the days we know not of Did fate begin Weaving the web of days that wove Your doom.
Every dictatorship has ultimately strangled in the web of repression it wove for its people, making mistakes that could not be corrected because criticism was prohibited.robert f. kennedy
The cosmos which he now created was that which contains the readers and the writer of this book. In its making he used, but with more cunning art, many of the principles which had already served him in earlier creations; and he wove them together to form a more subtle and more capricious unity than ever before.Olaf Stapledon
For Khalil Gibran no single religious tradition revealed the whole truth about life so he wove together insights from Eastern Christianity, Islam, Buddhism, American Transcendentalism, and the folklore of his native Lebanon to create his own universal "Anthem of Humanity" ... he attacks narrow-mindedness, clerical hypocrisy and political injustice, and issues a declaration of faith in life itself.khalil gibran
I only saw her as she pass'd A great, sad beauty, in whose eyes Lay all the loves of Paradise. . . . You shall not know her she who sat Unconscious in my heart all time I dream'd and wove this wayward rhyme, And loved and did not blush thereat.joaquin miller
Mightily wove they / the web of fate, / While Bralund's towns / were trembling all; / And there the golden / threads they wove, / And in the moon's hall / fast they made them.
The gold-barr'd butterflies to and fro And over the waterside wander'd and wove As heedless and idle as clouds that rove And drift by the peaks of perpetual snow.joaquin miller
And the great elms o'erhead Dark shadows wove on their aërial looms, Shot through with golden thread.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Wreath's of brightest myrtle wove With brilliant tears of bliss among it, And many a rose leaf cull'd by Love To heal his lips when bees have stung it.thomas moore
They wove the lotus band to deck And fan with pensile wreath their neck.thomas moore
A voice of greeting from the wind was sent; The mists enfolded me with soft white arms; The birds did sing to lap me in content, The rivers wove their charms, And every little daisy in the grass Did look up in my face, and smile to see me pass!richard henry stoddard