Quotes about myrtle, page 6
Myrtle
Myrtle
You will see the sun again
I can't tell you when the sun will
Come out
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Lots of people think they're charitable if they give away their old clothes and things they don't want.
quote by Myrtle Reed
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If we all tried to make other people's paths easy, our own feet would have a smooth even place to walk on.
quote by Myrtle Reed
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Youth and Love
What does youth know of love?
Little enough, I trow!
He plucks the myrtle for his brow,
For his forehead the rose.
Nay, but of love
It is not youth who knows.
poem by Amy Levy
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Festival Of Flower
the festival of flower
embellished by myrtle bower
and parma violet of rainbow
that made the flower grow
the symphony of merigold
with the resonant of lily's gold
poem by Samuel Francis Leumas
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My only failure was the restaurant in Myrtle Beach. I kept it open for four years. It was in a tourist town, it was only busy four and half, five months of the year. But the bills kept coming all year.
quote by Mickey Gilley
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Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom, Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose
quote by Goethe
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Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom, Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose
quote by Goethe
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The Voice In Your Hand
The voice in your hand
Under the sky my eyelids float
Come closer in my palms
Myrtle from Eden
Above the line of innocence
A holy cloud walks away
On the knees of Goddess
Voice as language is a saint
(with a music of Motohiko Hirami)
poem by Nicolas Grenier
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Prologue to a Saga
Maidens, gather not the yew,
Leave the glossy myrtle sleeping;
Any lad was born untrue,
Never a one is fit your weeping.
Pretty dears, your tumult cease;
Love's a fardel, burthening double.
Clear your hearts, and have you peace-
Gangway, girls: I'll show you trouble.
poem by Dorothy Parker
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