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Tag Name "Bowers" (16)

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Government, like dress, is the badge of lost innocence the palaces of kings are built on the ruins of the bowers of paradise.
Thomas Paine
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He wakes into music the green forest-bowers.
Willis Gaylord Clark
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He guides us into pastures green, He leads to bowers of bliss, Our Father lives, the God unseen, and Christ our Shepherd is.
Cecil Frances Alexander
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There are some things, but not too many, toward which the countryman knows he must be properly respectful if he would avoid pain, sickness and injury. Nature is neither punitive nor solicitous, but she has thorns and fangs as wells as bowers and grassy banks.
Hal Borland
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Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.
John Keats
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Across the downs a hummingbird Came dipping through the bowers, He pivoted on emptiness To scrutinize the flowers.
Nathalia Crane
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Was never secret history but birds tell it in the bowers.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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In Heaven's happy bowers There blossom two flowers, One with fiery glow And one as white as snow While lo! before them stands, With pale and trembling hands, A spirit who must choose One, and one refuse.
Richard Watson Gilder
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Come when the rains Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice, While the slant sun of February pours Into the bowers a flood of light. Approach! The incrusted surface shall upbear thy steps And the broad arching portals of the grove Welcome thy entering.
William C. Bryant
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Rich meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn, Unseen, this colourless sky of folded showers, And folded winds no blossom in the bowers A poet's face asleep in this grey morn. Now in the midst of the old world forlorn A mystic child is set in these still hours. I keep this time, even before the flowers, Sacred to all the young and the unborn.
Alice Meynell
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May, queen of blossoms, And fulfilling flowers, With what pretty music Shall we charm the hours? Wilt thou have pipe and reed, Blown in the open mead? Or to the lute give heed In the green bowers.
Edward Thurlow, 1st Baron Thurlow
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When Nature gives a gorgeous rose, Or yields the simplest fern, She writes this motto on the leaves, To whom it may concern! And so it is the poet comes And revels in her bowers, And, though another hold the land, Is owner of the flowers.
John Godfrey Saxe
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The April rain, the April rain, Comes slanting down in fitful showers, Then from the furrow shoots the grain, And banks are fledged with nestling flowers And in grey shawl and woodland bowers The cuckoo through the April rain Calls once again.
Mathilde Blind
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Let me just say that I am not often lonely in country places. In cities I am, like the writers of the letters. Nature doesn't break your heart: other people do. Yet, we cannot live apart from each other in bowers feeding on nectar. We're in this together, this getting through our lives, as the fact that we are word-users shows.
Nuala O'Faolain
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How much better when the whole land is a garden, and the people have grown up in the bowers of a paradise.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Out of the ruined lodge and forgotten mansion, bowers that are trodden under foot, and pleasure-houses that are dust, the poet calls up a palingenesis.
Thomas de Quincey