Meadows Quotes
-
Tis true among fields and woods I sing, Aloof from cities--that my poor strains Were born, like the simple flowers you bring, In English meadows and English lanes.
Alfred Austin -
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.
William Cullen Bryant
-
I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.
Ivan Turgenev -
Lovely the woods, waters, meadows, combes, vales, All the air things wear that build this world of Wales.
Gerard Manley Hopkins -
That’s who we were, wartorn meadows on the verge of new growth.
Bernice L. McFadden -
Far away, in the meadow, shadows flickered in the Mirror's Maze, as if parts of someone's life, yet unborn, were trapped there, waiting to be lived.
Ray Bradbury -
Fog everywhere. Fog up the river where it flows among green airs and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping, and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city.... Chance people on the bridges peeping over the parapets into a nether sky of fog, with fog all round them, as if they were up in a balloon and hanging in the misty clouds.
Charles Dickens -
A tranquil summer sunset shone upon him as he approached the end of his walk, and passed through the meadows by the river side. He had that sense of peace, and of being lightened of a weight of care, which country quiet awakens in the breasts of dwellers in towns.
Charles Dickens
-
It pleaseth me when I see through the meadows The tents and pavilions set up, and great joy have I When I see o'er the campana knights armed and horses arrayed. And it pleaseth me when the scouts set in flight the folk with their goods; And it pleaseth me when I see coming together after them an host of armed men.
Bertran de Born -
There are people who may be trusted, men as well as women. There are are as many difference in their natures as there are flowers in these meadows.
Elizabeth Aston -
Winter has caused damage everywhere: meadow and forest are all grey, where before you heard many sounds. If I could see the girls play ball on the street, then bird song would come back. If only I could sleep through the winter! When I am awake I feel only hatred that his power is so far and wide. God knows, he even fights with May; I picked flowers where there is now snow.
Walther von der Vogelweide