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“The dew, 'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.”

Joy Stars Tears Sweet Dew

Book:Festus: a poem

Source: Festus: a poem

“Do not feed children on a maudlin sentimentalism or dogmatic religion; give them nature. Let their souls drink in all that is pure and sweet. Rear them, if possible, amid pleasant surroundings ... Let nature teach them the lessons of good and proper living, combined with an abundance of well-balanced nourishment. Those children will grow to be the best men and women. Put the best in them by contact with the best outside. They will absorb it as a plant absorbs the sunshine and the dew.”

“God bless them pretty women, I wish they was mine, Their breath is as sweet, The dew on the vine.”

Wish Women Mines Sweet Breaths Bless Dew God Bless Vines Pretty Woman

Author:Bob Dylan

“How deep is the magic of sound may be learned by breaking some sweet verses into prose. The operation has been compared to gathering dew-drops, which shine like jewels upon the flower, but run into water in the hand. The elements remain, but the sparkle is gone.”

May Has Beens Hands Running Sound Water Gone Magic Sweet Flower Elements Shining Operations Prose Verses Gathering Jewels Dew Sparkle

Book:Pleasures of Literature

Source: Pleasures of Literature

“The rich, sweet smell of the hayricks rose to his chamber window; the hundred perfumes of the little flower-garden beneath scented the air around; the deep-green meadows shone in the morning dew that glistened on every leaf as it trembled in the gentle air: and the birds sang as if every sparkling drop were a fountain of inspiration to them.”

Source: The posthumous papers of the Pickwick Club

“Let youth cherish sleep, the happiest of earthly boons, while yet it is at its command; for there cometh the day to all when "neither the voice of the lute nor the birds" shall bring back the sweet slumbers that fell on their young eyes as unbidden as the dews.”

Eye Young Voice Sleep Youth Sweet Bird Command Cherish Dew Slumber Boon

Author:Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton

“Two roses on one slender spray In sweet communion grew, Together hailed the morning ray And drank the evening dew.”

Two Together Morning Sweet Grew Rose Evening Rays Communion Drank Dew Spray Slender

Book:The select poetical works of James Montgomery

Source: The select poetical works of James Montgomery

“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

“hither,hither, from thy home,airy sprite, i bid thee come! born of roses, fed on dew, charms and potions canst thow brew? bring me here, with elfin speed,the fragment philter witch i need; make it sweet and swift and stong, spirite amserw now my song hither i come, from my airy home, afar silver moon. take magic spell, and use it well. or its powers will vanish soon!”

Needs Wells Use Home Song Born Magic Sweet Moon Rose Speed Thee Charm Silver Feds Witch Spells Fragments Dew Afar Airy

Author:Louisa May Alcott

“The fairy poet takes a sheet Of moonbeam, silver white; His ink is dew from daisies sweet, His pen a point of light.”

Light White Poet Sweet Angel Fairy Silver Pens Sheets Ink Dew Faerie Daisies Points Of Light Moonbeams

Book:Summer of Love

Source: Summer of Love

“There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.”

Source: English Poetry III: Tennyson to Whitman: The Five Foot Shelf of Classics, Vol. XLII (in 51 Volumes)

“Sweet moonlight, shining full and clear, Why do you light my torture here? How often have you seen me toil, Burning last drops of midnight oil. On books and papers as I read, My friend, your mournful light you shed. If only I could flee this den And walk the mountain-tops again, Through moonlit meadows make my way, In mountain caves with spirits play - Released from learning's musty cell, Your healing dew would make me well!”