Quotes about shady (16 Quotes)






    But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began. The winds with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kiss, Whispering new joys to the mild Ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave. The stars, with deep amaze, Stand fixed in steadfast gaze, Bending one way their precious influence And will not take their flight, For all the morning light, Or Lucifer that often warmed them thence But in their glimmering orbs did glow, Until their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go. And, though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne or burning axeltree could bear.


    There are people who strictly deprive themselves of each and every eatable, drinkable, and smokable which has in any way acquired a shady reputation. They pay this price for health. And health is all they get for it. How strange it is. It is like paying out your whole fortune for a cow that has gone dry.


    Oh, how lovely was the morning Radiant beamed the sun above. Bees were humming, Sweet birds Singing, Music ringing through the grove. When within the shady woodland Joseph sought the God of love. Humbly kneeling, sweet appealing Twas the boy's first uttered prayer When the powers of sin assailing Filled his soul with deep despair But undaunted still, he trusted In his heav'nly Father's care. Suddenly a light descended. Brighter far than noon-day sun, And a shining glorious pillar O'er him fell, around him shone. While appeared two heav'nly beings, God the Father and the Son. Joseph, this is my beloved Hear Him' Oh, how sweet the word Joseph's humble prayer was answered, And he listened to the Lord. Oh, what rapture filled his bosom, For he saw the living God.





    O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof there thou may'st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe And all the daughters of the year shall dance Sing now the lusty song of fruit and flowers.






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