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“"We may talk what we please," he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, "of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles, in fields d'or or d'argent; but, if heraldry were guided by reason, a plough in a field arable would be the most noble and ancient arms."”

Ifs May Art Reason Would Be Cry Fields Arms Please Essentials Garden Ancient Spread Noble Enthusiasm Lions Gardening Eagles Lilies

Author:Abraham Cowley

“My earliest memory is dreamlike: in a small orchard or garden I am carried on the arm, I believe, of my father; there was a group of grown-ups, my mother among them, and the group was slowly walking in the orchard, it seems toward the house.”

Believe Seems Mother Father House I Believe Memories Groups Arms Walking Garden Orchard Memory Of My Father

Author:Immanuel Velikovsky

“The evening wind made such a disturbance just now, among some tall old elm-trees at the bottom of the garden, that neither my mother nor Miss Betsey could forbear glancing that way. As the elms bent to one another, like giants who were whispering secrets, and after a few seconds of such repose, fell into a violent flurry, tossing their wild arms about, as if their late confidences were really too wicked for their peace of mind.”

Source: The Personal History of David Copperfield ... With Frontispiece by H. K. Browne

“Whilst all the land was ringed with bristling arms And flames laid waste our world, All that was left me was a little garden And thou within it, my beloved, my comrade.”

World Littles War Left Land Arms Waste Garden Beloved Flames Our World Comrade

Book:Stefan and Friderike Zweig: their correspondence, 1912-1942

Source: Stefan and Friderike Zweig: their correspondence, 1912-1942

“With that, the poignant charm vanished. Inside the fifth machine, all was rampant malignity. Deformed flowers thrust monstrous horned tusks and trumpets ending in blaring teeth through the crimson walls, rending them; the ravenous garden slavered over its prey and every brick was shown in the act of falling. Amid the violence of this transformation, the oblivion of the embrace went on. The awakened girl, in all her youthful loveliness, still clasped in the arms of a lover from whom all the flesh had fallen. He was a grinning skeleton.”

“You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; They called me the hyacinth girl.' —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence. Od' und leer das Meer.”

Years Firsts Heart Light Eye Girl Speak Silence Hair Arms Late Years Ago Garden Wet Waste Land Hyacinths

Book:My Own Wasteland

Source: My Own Wasteland

“Far away beyond the pine-woods,' he answered, in a low dreamy voice, 'there is a little garden. There the grass grows long and deep, there are the great white stars of the hemlock flower, there the nightingale sings all night long. All night long he sings, and the cold, crystal moon looks down, and the yew-tree spreads out its giant arms over the sleepers.”

Source: Collected Works of Oscar Wilde: The Plays, the Poems, the Stories and the Essays Including De Profundis

“I am accused. I dream of massacres. I am a garden of black and red agonies. I drink them, Hating myself, hating and fearing. And now the world conceives Its end and runs toward it, arms held out in love.”

World Ends Dream Running Hate Black Arms Drink Red Garden Agony Accused Massacres

Book:Collected Poems

Source: Collected Poems

“A garden is like those pernicious machineries which catch a man's coat-skirt or his hand, and draw in his arm, his leg , and his whole body to irresistible destruction.”

Men Whole Body Hands Evil Arms Essentials Draws Garden Destruction Legs Gardening Coats Machinery Irresistible Skirts Pernicious

Book:The Complete Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson: Comprising His Essays, Lectures, Poems, and Orations

Source: The Complete Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson: Comprising His Essays, Lectures, Poems, and Orations

“I realize that the memories I cherish most are not the first night successes, but of simple, everyday things: walking through our garden in the country after rain; sitting outside a cafe in Provence, drinking the vin de pays; staying at a little hotel in an English market town with Larry, in the early days after our marriage, when he was serving in the Fleet Air Arm, and I was touring Scotland, so that we had to make long treks to spend weekends together.”