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“Father of rosy day, No more thy clouds of incense rise; But waking flow'rs, At morning hours, Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies.”

Giving Father Hours Morning Sun Sky Sweet Flow Clouds Thee Waking Incense Rosy

Book:Delphi Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Hood (Illustrated)

Source: Delphi Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Hood (Illustrated)

“We twain have met like the ships upon the sea, Who behold an hour's converse, so short, so sweet: One little hour! and then, away they speed On lonely paths, through mist, and cloud, and foam, To meet no more.”

Littles Hours Path Sea Sweet Mets Lonely Clouds Speed Ships Mist Converses Foam Lonely Path

Author:Alexander Smith

“Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth Of all sweet sounds the life and element!”

Soul Light Earth Sound Voice Issues Sweet Birth Elements Glory Fairs Clouds Luminous

Author:Samuel Taylor Coleridge

“O days remember'd well! remember'd all! The bitter sweet, the honey and the gall; Those garden rambles in the silent night, Those trees so shady, and that moon se bright, That thickset alley by the arbor clos'd, That woodbine seat where we at last repos'd; And then the hopes that came and then were gone, Quick as the clouds beneath the moon past on.”

Wells Lasts Past Remember Night Gone Tree Sweet Moon Garden Silent Clouds Bitter Seats Honey Alleys Courtship Shady Bitter Sweet Silent Night Arbors

Author:George Crabbe

“What change has made the pastures sweet And reached the daisies at my feet, And cloud that wears a golden hem? This lovely world, the hills, the sward-- They all look fresh, as if our Lord But yesterday had finished them.”

Ifs World Looks Made Past Lord Feet Sweet Spring Clouds Finished Yesterday Lovely Golden Hills Our Lord Daisies Pastures Hem

Book:The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow

Source: The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow

“I war running back to the house in Mayaguez with a melting ice cone we called a piraqua running sweet and sticky down my face and arms, the sun in my eyes, breaking through clouds and glinting off the rain-soaked pavement and dripping leaves. I was running with joy, an overwhelming joy that arose simply from gratitude for the fact of being alive. Along with the image, memory carried these words from a child's mind through time: I am blessed. In this life I am truly blessed.”

“When no one is looking, I swallow deserts and clouds and chew on mountains knowing they are sweet bones! When no one is looking and I want to kiss God, I just lift my own hand to my mouth.”

Want Hands My Own Knowing Sweet Mountain Kissing Mouths Clouds Bones Desert Lifts

Author:Hafez

“O, the sweet, sweet twilight just before the time of rest, When the black clouds are driven away, and the stormy winds suppressed.”

Black Sweet Wind Clouds Driven Twilight Stormy Black Clouds

Author:Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

“Fair ladies, masked, are roses in their bud; Dismasked, the damask sweet commixture shown, Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown.”

Women Sweet Angel Fairs Rose Clouds Bud

Book:Love's Labour's Lost

Source: Love's Labour's Lost

“The substance of mind is the substance of heaven. A joyful thought is an auspicious star or a felicitous cloud. An angry thought is a thunderstorm or a violent rain. A kind thought is a gentle breeze or a sweet dew. A stern thought is a fierce sun or an autumn frost. Which of these can be eliminated? Just let them pass away as they arise, open and unresisting, and your mind merges with the spacious sky.”

Mind Kind Heaven Stars Sun Sky Sweet Rain Angry Clouds Violent Arise Substance Gentle Taoism Autumn Fierce Joyful Breeze Dew Passing Away Frost Thunderstorm Kind Thoughts

Author:Zicheng Hong

“I let my head fall back, and I gazed into the Eternal Blue Sky. It was morning. Some of the sky was yellow, some the softest blue. One small cloud scuttled along. Strange how everything below can be such death and chaos and pain while above the sky is peace, sweet blue gentleness. I heard a shaman say once, the Ancestors want our souls to be like the blue sky.”

Want Soul Pain Fall Morning Heard Sky Strange Sweet Eternal Blue Chaos Clouds Yellow Ancestor Gentleness Fall Back Blue Sky Funny Good Morning Morning Sky

Author:Shannon Hale

“Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.”

“He laced his fingers through mine and lifted my hand to his lips. I had gloves on, but he kissed exactly where I wore his ring. “Why are you so sweet?” I asked, my voice small. My heart beat rapidly, and every star peeping through the clouds seemed to be shining just for me. “I don’t think I’m that sweet. I mean, I just told you to be quiet. That’s one step away from asking you to wash my laundry and make me a sandwich.” “You know what I mean.” Seth pressed another kiss to my forehead. “I’m sweet because you make it easy to be sweet.”

Thinking Knows Heart Mean Hands Stars Easy Voice Steps Mines Sweet My Heart Quiet Kissing Beats Asking Shining Fingers Lips Clouds Rings Sandwiches Foreheads Gloves Laundry Heart Beat Peeping

Book:Succubus Dreams

Source: Succubus Dreams

“Should Disappointment, parent of Despair, Strive for her son to seize my careless heart; When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air, Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart: Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright, And fright him as the morning frightens night!”

Should Heart Night Parent Morning Air Son Sweet Despair Strive Bounds Clouds Disappointment Spells Preparing Prey Careless Fright

Book:The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats

Source: The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats

“How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over the London cloud-bank. It shines on a good many folk, but on none, I dare bet, who are on a stranger errand than you and I. How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature!”

Source: The Complete Sherlock Holmes

“For the past few years, I've been on a quest for a good old-fashioned date, the kind where the guy calls, makes the plans, picks you up in a car that's not his dad's or his other girlfriend's, and takes you somewhere that shows he put thought into what you might like, not what he might get off on like the latest how-many-naked-boobs-can-we-cram-into-this-movie-to-disguise-the-complete-lack-of-plot movie. I'm looking for the kind of date that starts with good conversation , has a sweet and satisfying middle, and ends with long, slow kisses and the dreamy feeling that you're walking on clouds.”

Source: The Fever Series 7-Book Bundle: Darkfever, Bloodfever, Faefever, Dreamfever, Shadowfever, Iced, Burned

“Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week, Or if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.”

Source: The plays of William Shakespeare: in twenty-one volumes, with the corrections and illustrations of various commentators, to which are added notes

“He carried a pipe in his left hand, and as he examined Will at his leisure, he exhaled sending a cloud of sweet-smelling, cough-induced smoke. 'Finally broke down and admitted you're in love with me, have you?'He inquired of Will. 'I do enjoy these suprise midnight declarations.' He leaned against the doorway and waved a languid ringed hand. "Go along, have at it.”

Hands Left Enjoy Sweet Down And Clouds Smoke Broke Leisure Declaration Midnight Pipe Doorways Left Hand Clockwork Prince

Author:Cassandra Clare