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“Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise.”

Song Sweet Flow Rivers Praise Green Thee

Author:Robert Burns

“O sweet clean earth, from whom the green blade cometh! When we are dead, my best beloved and I, close well above us, that we may rest forever, sending up grass and blossoms to the sky.”

Wells May Earth Forever Sky Sweet Green Clean Grass Beloved Blades

Author:Conrad Aiken

“Among of green stiff old bright broken branch come white sweet May again”

May White Sweet Broken Green Branches

Book:The Collected Poems of William Carlos Williams

Source: The Collected Poems of William Carlos Williams

“My most memorable meal is every Thanksgiving. I love the food: The turkey and stuffing; the sweet potatoes and rice, which come from my mother's Southern heritage; the mashed potatoes, which come from my wife's Midwestern roots; the Campbell's green bean casserole; and of course, pumpkin pie.”

“Oh, sweet thy current by town and by tower, The green sunny vale and the dark linden bower; Thy waves as they dimple smile back on the plain, And Rhine, ancient river, thou'rt German again!”

Dark Sweet Rivers Towns Green Ancient Wave Currents Towers Sunny Dimples

Author:Horace Binney Wallace

“The golden line is drawn between winter and summer. Behind all is blackness and darkness and dissolution. Before is hope, and soft airs, and the flowers, and the sweet season of hay; and people will cross the fields, reading or walking with one another; and instead of the rain that soaks death into the heart of green things, will be the rain which they drink with delight; and there will be sleep on the grass at midday, and early rising in the morning, and long moonlight evenings.”

“it always seems to me as if the lavender was a little woman in a green dress, with a lavender bonnet and a white kerchief. She's one of those strong, sweet, wholesome people, who always rest you, and her sweetness lingers long after she goes away.”

People Ifs Littles Long Seems Strong White Sweet Dresses Green Sweetness Little Women Lavender Bonnets

Book:Lavender and Old Lace

Source: Lavender and Old Lace

“The Louvre! The Louvre has me in its clutches. Every time I'm there rich blessings rain down upon me. I am coming to understand Titian more and more and learning to love him. And then there is Botticelli's sweet Madonna, with red roses behind her, standing against a blue-green sky. And Fiesole with his poignant little biblical stories, so simply told, often so glorious in their colors.”

Source: Paula Modersohn-Becker, the Letters and Journals

“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

“Dharma is in your mind, not in the forest. Don't believe others, just listen to your mind. You don't have to go anywhere else. Wisdom is in yourself, just like a sweet ripe mango is already in a young green one.”

Mind Believe Young Sweet Green Don't Believe Forests Dharma Ripe Just Listen

Author:Ajahn Chah

“Others said May was best, that sweet green time when lilacs bloomed and gardens along Main Street were filled with sugary pink peonies and Dutch tulips.”

May Said Streets Sweet Garden Green Filled Dutch Main Street Lilac Peonies

Book:The River King

Source: The River King

“And the ship went out into the High Sea and passed into the West, until at last on a night of rain Frodo smelled a sweet fragrance on the air and heard the sound of singing that came over the water. And then it seemed to him that as in his dream in the house of Bombadil, the grey rain-curtain turned all to silver glass and was rolled back, and he beheld white shores and beyond them a far green country under a swift sunrise.”

Source: The Lord of the Rings: The return of the King

“Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom most constantly? The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring ,Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again, And who will call the wild-briar fair? Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now, And deck thee with holly's sheen, That, when December blights thy brow, He still may leave thy garland green.”

May Stills Waiting Dark Love Is Air Tree Sweet Summer Spring Fairs Green Rose Winter Silly Thee Scent Scorn December Brows Deck Love Is Like Garlands Hollies Blight Wreaths Briars Wild Roses

Author:Emily Dickinson

“Death is a great price to pay for a red rose“, cried the Nightingale, "and Life is very dear to all. “ It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and watch the Sun in his chariot of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl. Sweet is the scent oft he hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. Yet Love is better than Life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man?”

Source: Complete Fairy Tales of Oscar Wilde

“In Montreal spring is like an autopsy. Everyone wants to see the inside of the frozen mammoth. Girls rip off their sleeves and the flesh is sweet and white, like wood under green bark. From the streets a sexual manifesto rises like an inflating tire, “the winter has not killed us again!”

Want Girl White Streets Sweet Spring Green Winter Woods Flesh Frozen Tire Rip Sleeves Bark Montreal Manifestos Autopsy

Author:Leonard Cohen

“I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door; So I turn'd to the Garden of Love, That so many sweet flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves, And tomb-stones where flowers should be: And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires.”

Source: The Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake