Quotes by Spring Somewhere beyond the curtain Of distorting days Lives that lonely thing That shone before these eyes Targeted, trod like Spring. William Butler Yeats lonelyspringlife O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down William Blake eyespringmorning Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen. Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook. William C. Bryant eyespringwater The poem springs from the half spoken words of the patient.... When asked, how I have for so many years continued an equal interest in medicine and the poem, I reply that they amount for me to nearly the same thing. William Carlos Williams medicinespringyears I gazed upon the glorious sky William C. Bryant junespringlying Showers and sunshine bring, William C. Bryant sunshinespringbird The breath of springtime at this twilight hour William C. Bryant flowerspringsweet Earth in beauty dressed William Butler Yeats lossspringlying How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring? William Blake springwingschildren Then the Parson might preach, & drink, & sing, And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring; And modest dame Lurch, who is always at Church, Would not have bandy children, nor fasting, nor birch. William Blake springbirdchildren Lifeless in appearance, sluggish dazed spring approaches They enter the new world naked, cold, uncertain of all save that they enter. William Carlos Williams nakedspringworld Through winter-time we call on spring, William Butler Yeats summerspringdeath To be rich be diligent; move on William Davenant slothspringmoving Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze. William Cowper rocksspringtree n artistic atmosphere does not create artists a literary atmosphere does not create literators; poets and painters spring up where there was never a verse made or a picture seen. This suggests that God is no more idle now than He was at the beginning, but that He is still and forever shaping the human chaos into the instruments and means of beauty. William Dean Howells artistspringmean Gardening imparts an organic perspective on the passage of time. William Cowper springtimefall Pity! Religion has so seldom found William Cowper flowerspringreligion Love, which is lust, is the Lamp in the Tomb. William Ernest Henley springrunninglife The nightingale has a lyre of gold, The lark's is a clarion call, And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute, But I love him best of all. For his song is all the joy of life, And we in the mad spring weather, We two have listened till he sang Our hearts and lips together. William Ernest Henley heartspringsong Life - life - life! 'Tis the sole great thing William Ernest Henley heartspringlife«133134135136137138139140141142143»
