HAIL, beauteous stranger of the grove Thou messenger of Spring Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcome ring. What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year Delightful visitant with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers. The schoolboy, wand'ring through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of Spring to hear And imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom, Thou fli'st thy vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands, Another Spring to hail. Sweet bird thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No Winter in thy year O could I fly, I'd fly with thee We'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe, Companions of the Spring.
Quotes about bower (16 Quotes)
The Moon like a flower In heaven's high bower, With silent delight, Sits and smiles on the night.
There are no green thumbs or black thumbs. There are only gardeners and non-gardeners. Gardeners are the ones who ruin after ruin get on with the high defiance of nature herself, creating, in the very face of her chaos and tornado, the bower of roses and the pride of irises. It sounds very well to garden a 'natural way'. You may see the natural way in any desert, any swamp, any leech-filled laurel hell. Defiance, on the other hand, is what makes gardeners.
HE MADE THIS SCREEN not of silver nor of coral, but of weatherbeaten laurel. Here, he introduced a sea uniform like tapestry here, a fig-tree there, a face there, a dragon circling space designating here, a bower there, a pointed passion-flower.
Not more the rose, the queen of flowers, Out blushes all the bloom of bower, Than she unrivalled grace discloses The sweetest rose, where all are roses.
Love in a shower safe shelter took, In a rosy bower beside a brook, And winked and nodded with conscious pride, To his votaries drenched on the other side. Come hither, sweet maids, there's a bridge below, The toll-keeper, Hymen, will let you through. Come over the stream to me.
People shouldn't conjecture when they don't know what it is, ... Jeff Bower has done a tremendous job over the years disciplining his student-athletes. I've got tremendous confidence in his ability.
Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh, The sun has left the lea. The orange flower perfumes the bower, The breeze is on the sea.
Oh, weep for the hour When to Eveleen's bower The lord of the valley with false vows came.
Like a high-born maiden
In a palace tower,
Soothing her love-laden
Soul in secret hour
With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower:
All in its rude and prickly bower,
That crimson rose, how sweet and fair;
But love is far a sweeter flower,
Amid life's thorny path o' care.
Whither have fled
The hues of heaven that canopied his bower
Of yesternight?
I will tell you now What never yet was heard in tale or song, From old or modern bard, in hall or bower.
I 'd be a butterfly born in a bower, Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
She what was honour knew, And with obsequious majesty approv'd My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower I led her blushing like the morn all heaven And happy constellations on that hour Shed their selectest influence the earth Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill Joyous the birds fresh gales and gentle airs Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub.
There 's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream.