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Tag Name "Balmy" (13)

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Late February, and the air's so balmy snowdrops and crocuses might be fooled into early blooming. Then, the inevitable blizzard will come, blighting our harbingers of spring, and the numbed yards will go back undercover. In Florida, it's strawberry season- shortcake, waffles, berries and cream will be penciled on the coffeeshop menus.
Gail Mazur
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How happy he whose toil Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd A pleasing lassitude he not in vain Invokes the gentle Deity of dreams. His pow'rs the most voluptuously dissolve In soft repose on him the balmy dews Of Sleep with double nutriment descend.
John Armstrong
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Remorse is as the heart in which it grows If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews Of true repentance but if proud and gloomy, It is the poison tree, that pierced to the inmost, Weeps only tears of poison.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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This is true valor, I hope you know. Legends have sprung from less. All Lancelot did was paddle about in a balmy lake.” She smiled. “Lancelot was a knight. You’re a viscount. The bar is higher.
Tessa Dare
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'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.
William Shakespeare
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I love New Orleans physically. I love the trees and the balmy air and the beautiful days. I have a beautiful house here.
Anne Rice
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Hear the mellow wedding bells, Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight! From the molten golden notes, And all in tune What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle-dove that listens while she gloats On the moon!
Edgar Allan Poe
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We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It's a sad season of life without growth...It has no day.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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In lang, lang days o' simmer, When the clear and cloudless sky Refuses ae weep drap o' rain To Nature parched and dry, The genial night, wi' balmy breath, Gars verdue, spring anew, An' ilka blade o' grass Keps its ain drap o' dew.
James Ballantine
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When Spring unlocks the flowers To paint the laughing soil When summer's balmy breezes Refresh the mower's toil When winter holds in frosty chains The fallow and the flood In God the earth rejoices still, And owns her Maker good.
Reginald Heber
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A springlike autumn's balmy breeze reaches afar. The sun shines on the house of a recluse South of the river They encourage the December apricots To burst into bloom: A simplehearted person Faces the simplehearted flowers.
Sun Bu'er
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Not a flower But shows some touch, in freckle, streak or stain, Of his unrivall'd pencil. He inspires Their balmy odors, and imparts their hues, And bathes their eyes with nectar, and includes In grains as countless as the seaside sands, The forms with which he sprinkles all the earth Happy who walks with him!
William Cowper
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Love is not a feeling to pass away Like the balmy breath of a Summer's day....... Love is not a passion of earthly mould As a thirst for honour, or fame, or gold
Charles Dickens