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Tag Name "Clover" (36)

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Peaches grow wild, and pigs can live in clover A barrel of salted herrings lasts a year The spring begins before the winter's over.
Elinor Wylie
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The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy.
Emily Dickinson
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You're walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you, 'Hi, there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?' So you and the bear spend the whole day in each other's arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill. Nice, huh?
Haruki Murakami
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The dandelions and buttercups gild all the lawn: the drowsy bee stumbles among the clover tops, and summer sweetens all to me.
James Russell Lowell
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Crowds of bees are giddy with clover Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet, Crowds of larks at their matins hang over, Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet.
Jean Ingelow
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Through the open door A drowsy smell of flowers -grey heliotrope And white sweet clover, and shy mignonette Comes fairly in, and silent chorus leads To the pervading symphony of Peace.
John Greenleaf Whittier
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The wind is awake, pretty leave, pretty leaves, Heed not what he says, he deceives, he deceives Over and over To the lowly clover He has lisped the same love (and forgotten it, too). He will be lisping and pledging to you.
John Vance Cheney
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Straw mulch, a ground cover of white clover interplanted with the crops, and temporary flooding all provide effective weed control in my fields.
Masanobu Fukuoka
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You have food? Winter scolded. I thought you said you were hungry. I'm hungry for other things besides what I have, [Clover] argued.
Obert Skye
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Into the air, over the valleys, under the stars, above a river, a pond, a road, flew Cecy. Invisible as new spring winds, fresh as the breath of clover rising from twilight fields, she flew.
Ray Bradbury
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If a man who cannot count finds a four-leaf clover, is he entitled to happiness?
Stanislaw Jerzy Lec
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The answer to this riddle has a hole in the middle, And some have been known to fall in it. In tennis it's nothing, but it can be received, And sometimes a person may win it. Though not seen or heard it may be perceived, Like princes or bees it's in clover. The answer to this riddle has a hole in the middle, And without it one cannot start over.
Trenton Lee Stewart
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If you meet a cross-eyed person you must plunge into the grass, alongside the chilly ants, fish through the green fingernails and come up with the four-leaf clover.
Anne Sexton
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In the dark of the moon, in flying snow, in the dead of winter, war spreading, families dying, the world in danger, I walk the rocky hillside, sowing clover.
Wendell Berry
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Believing there's no such thing as luck is very unlucky. Like, the worst. Beyond stealing someone's lucky four-leaf clover.
Caprice Crane
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Let you hold in mind, girls, that your beauty must pass Like a lovely white clover that rusts with its grass. Keep your bottoms off barstools and marry you young Or be left--an old barrel with many a bung.
X. J. Kennedy
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To a lesser extent (they like) the whites and reds, but blues, yellows and oranges are the main bee flowers. Although there are very good white bee flowers - white sweet clover is the best honey plant in the world.
Chip Taylor
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On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Czeslaw Milosz
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Her lawn looks like a meadow, And if she mows the place She leaves the clover standing And the Queen Anne's Lace.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Love is as bitter as the dregs of sin, As sweet as clover-honey in its cell Love is the password whereby souls get in To Heaven--the gate that leads, sometimes, to Hell.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Oak, granite, Lilies by the road, Remember me? I remember you. Clouds brushing Clover hills, Remember me? Sister, child, Grown tall, Remember me? I remember you.
Gail Carson Levine
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I was in a vintage pub rock band called Clover in the 1970s.
Huey Lewis
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There's no dew left on the daisies and clover there's no rain left in heaven.
Jean Ingelow
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You were clearly not doing your part in the clover search, perv.
John Green
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