Sunday, December 22, 2024 Text is available under the CC BY-SA 3.0 licence.

Edward FitzGerald

« All quotes from this author
 

Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say;
Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?

 
Edward FitzGerald

» Edward FitzGerald - all quotes »



Tags: Edward FitzGerald Quotes, Authors starting by F


Similar quotes

 

Roses are shining in Picardy
In the hush of the silver dew;
Roses are flowering in Picardy
But there's never a rose like you.
And the roses will die with the summer time
And our roads may be far apart,
But there's one rose that dies not in Picardy;
'Tis the rose that I keep in my heart.

 
Fred Weatherly
 

Under the summer roses
When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.

 
Carl Sandburg
 

Why hold ye so my heart, nor dimly let
Through your deep leaves the light of yesterday,
The faded glimmer of a sunshine set?
Is it that in your darkness, shut from strife,
The bread of tears becomes the bread of life?
Far from the roar of day, beneath your boughs
Fresh griefs beat tranquilly, and loves and vows
Grow green in your gray shadows, dearer far
Even than all lovely lights and roses are?

 
Frederick Goddard Tuckerman
 

I saw clearly only when I saw with love. Or can one ever remember love? It's like trying to summon up the smell of roses in a cellar. You might see a rose, but never the perfume. And that's the truth of roses, isn't it? — The perfume?

 
Arthur Miller
© 2009–2013Quotes Privacy Policy | Contact