Best fall & rose Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings

“It is with roses and locomotives (not to mention acrobats Spring electricity Coney Island the 4th of July the eyes of mice and Niagara Falls) that my poems are competing.”

Eye Fall Poet Spring Rose Islands Electricity Mice Competing 4th Of July July Locomotives Niagara Niagara Falls Coney Island

Book:Is 5

Source: Is 5

“The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf, The field a scarlet gown. Lest I should be old-fashioned, I'll put a trinket on.”

Should Fall Fields Towns Rose Brown Autumn Nuts Cheeks Old Fashioned November Berries Gowns Scarlet Scarves Fall Autumn Fall Season Maple Autumn Season Trinkets October And Fall November Poems

Book:Poems

Source: Poems

“The tears of the compassionate are sweeter than dewdrops falling from roses on the bosom of the earth. Shut not thine ear, therefore, against the cries of the poor, neither harden thine heart against the calamities of the innocent.”

Heart Earth Fall Poor Compassion Cry Tears Ears Rose Innocent Compassionate Calamity Bosoms

Book:The Œconomy of Human Life: Translated from an Indian Manuscript, Written by an Ancient Bramin. To which is Prefixed, an Account of the Manner in which the Said Manuscript was Discovered. In a Letter from an English Gentleman Now Residing in China to the Earl of E****..

Source: The Œconomy of Human Life: Translated from an Indian Manuscript, Written by an Ancient Bramin. To which is Prefixed, an Account of the Manner in which the Said Manuscript was Discovered. In a Letter from an English Gentleman Now Residing in China to the Earl of E****..

“Before man's fall the rose was born,St. Ambrose says, without the thorn;But for man's fault then was the thornWithout the fragrant rose-bud born; But ne'er the rose without the thorn.”

Men Fall Born Rose Faults Bud Rose Buds

Author:Robert Herrick

“How many mysteries have you seen in your lifetime? How many nets pulled full over the boat's side, each silver body ready or not falling into submission? How many roses in early summer uncurling above the pale sands then falling back in unfathomable willingness? And what can you say? Glory to the rose and the leaf, to the seed, to the silver fish. Glory to time and the wild fields, and to joy. And to grief's shock and torpor, its near swoon.”