Ebenezer Elliott Quotes
Life is short, and time is swift;
Roses fade, and shadows shift.
Ebenezer Elliott
Quotes to Explore
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My virgin sense of sound was steeped In the music of young streams; And roses through the casement peeped, And scented all my dreams.
Alfred Austin
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Now and then it is a joy to have one's table red with wine and roses.
Oscar Wilde
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The Presidency, even to the most experienced politicians, is no bed of roses; and [Zachary] Taylor like others, found thorns within it. No human being can fill that station and escape censure.
Abraham Lincoln
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A bit of fragrance always clings to the hand that gives roses. If you are generous, you will gain everything.
Confucius
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As soon seek roses in December, ice in June, Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff Believe a woman or an epitaph Or any other thing that’s false Before you trust in critics.
Lord Byron
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Iris all hues, roses, and jessamine Reared high their flourished heads between, and wrought Mosaic; underfoot the violet, Crocus, and hyacinth with rich inlay Broidered the ground, more coloured than with stone Of costliest emblem: other creature here Beast, bird, insect, or worm durst enter none; Such was their awe of man.
John Milton
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Few women see power as an end in itself. The point of power is the freedom to cultivate roses.
Erica Jong
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Life is short, so fall in love, dear maiden, before your youthful ardor cools off, for there is no tomorrow.
Atsushi
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He is in youth swift, pliant and merry, and leapeth and rusheth on all thing that is before him; and is lead by a staw and playeth there with.
Bartholomeus Anglicus
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Roses are reddish
Violets are bluish
If it weren't for Christmas
We'd all be Jewish.
Benny Hill
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Life is short - while we speak it flies; enjoy, then, the present, and forget the future; such is the moral of ancient poetry, a graceful and a wise moral - indulged beneath a southern sky, and all deserving, the phrase applied to it - the philosophy of the garden.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton
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Summer was over in twenty minutes that day. Finished. At four o'clock in the afternoon the roses were quiet on their stems, full-blown, fulfilled; the water in the pool was warm; the leaves on the trees quiet, too, and green. The cat lay with his belly to the sun, steeped in heat.
Elizabeth Enright
