Liquid pearl. [ William Shakespeare ]
Dew depends not on Parliament. [ J. Otis ]
And every dew-drop paints a bow. [ Tennyson ]
Fall silently like dew on roses. [ Dryden ]
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber. [ William Shakespeare ]
The dew-drop in the breeze of morn,
Trembling and sparkling on the thorn.
Falls to the ground, escapes the eye,
Yet mounts on sunbeams to the sky. [ Montgomery ]
Little dew-drops of celestial melody. [ Carlyle, of Burns' songs ]
The buttercups, bright-eyed and bold,
Held up their chalices of gold
To catch the sunshine and the dew. [ Julia C. R. Dorr ]
He lived upon dew like a grasshopper. [ Proverb ]
Earth's liquid jewelry, wrought of air. [ Bailey ]
See how the orient dew
Shed from the bosom of the morn
Into the blowing roses
(Yet careless of its mansion new
For the clear region where it was born)
Round in itself incloses,
And in its little globe's extent
Frames, as it can, its native element. [ Andrew Marvell ]
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky.
The dew shall weep thy fall tonight;
For thou must die. [ Herbert ]
He was exhaled; his great Creator drew
His spirit, as the sun the morning dew. [ John Dryden ]
I must go seek some dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. [ William Shakespeare ]
With eyes
Of microscopic power, that could discern
The population of a dew-drop. [ James Montgomery ]
A globe of dew
Filling, in the morning new.
Some eyed flower, whose young leaves waken
On an unimagined world;
Constellated suns unshaken,
Orbits measureless are furled
In that frail and fading sphere.
With ten millions gathered there
To tremble, gleam and disappear. [ Shelley ]
For never yet one hour in his bed
Have I enjoyed the golden dew of sleep,
But have been waked by his timorous dreams. [ William Shakespeare ]
A foot more light, a step more true,
Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew. [ Sir Walter Scott ]
Without the bed her other fair hand was,
On the green coverlet; whose perfect white
Showed like an April daisy on the grass,
With pearly sweat, resembling dew of night. [ William Shakespeare ]
Within the rose I found a trembling tear,
Close curtained in a gloom of crimson night
By tender petals from the outer light. [ Boyesen ]
Or stars of morning, dew-drops which the sun
Impearls on every leaf and every flower. [ Milton ]
The dew-bead gem, of earth and sky begotten. [ George Eliot ]
Look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill. [ William Shakespeare, Hamlet ]
As fresh as morning dew distilled on flowers. [ William Shakespeare ]
Oh, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter. [ William Shakespeare, Hamlet ]
Bent over her babe, her eye dissolved in dew;
The big drops, mingling with the milk he drew. [ John Langhorne ]
Dew-drops, Nature's tears, which she
Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die.
The sun insists on gladness; but at night,
When he is gone, poor Nature loves to weep. [ Bailey ]
The rose is fairest when it is budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears;
The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew,
And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears. [ Sir Walter Scott ]
Sleep, the fresh dew of languid love, the rain
Whose drops quench kisses till they burn again. [ Shelley ]
The careful insect 'midst his works I view,
Now from the flowers exhaust the fragrant dew.
With golden treasures load his little thighs,
And steer his distant journey through the skies. [ Gay ]
A great acacia, with its slender trunk
And overpoise of multitudinous leaves,
(In which a hundred fields might spill their dew
And intense verdure, yet find room enough)
Stood reconciling all the place with green. [ E. B. Browning ]
Say that she rail; why then I'll tell her plain.
She sings as sweetly as a nightingale;
Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear
As morning roses, newly washed with dew;
Say she be mute and will not speak a word,
Then I'll commend her volubility
And say she uttereth piercing eloquence. [ William Shakespeare ]
Her form was fresher than the morning rose
When the dew wets its leaves; unstained and pure
As is the lily, or the mountain snow. [ Thomson ]
Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew.
She sparkled, was exhal'd, and went to heaven. [ Young ]
The dew waits for no voice to call it to the sun. [ Rev. J. Parker ]
The loveliest flowers the closest cling to earth,
And they first feel the sun: so violets blue;
So the soft star-like primrose - drenched in dew -
The happiest of spring's happy, fragrant birth. [ Keble ]
The hawthorn trees blow in the dew of the morning. [ Burns ]
Spring has no blossom fairer than thy form;
Winter no snow-wreath purer than thy mind;
The dew-drop trembling to the morning beam
Is like thy smile, pure, transient, heaven refin'd. [ Mrs. Lydia Jane Pierson ]
It is of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy. [ Bailey ]
Words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling like dew upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think. [ Byron ]
The daisies' eyes are a-twinkle with happy tears of dew. [ Fitz-Hugh Ludlow ]
Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it. [ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ]
There can be no dew till it is disenchanted of earthliness. [ Dr. Pulsford ]
Gems which adorn the beauteous tresses of the weeping morn. [ Poole ]
Oh, let us fill our hearts up with the glory of the day
And banish every doubt and care and sorrow far away!
For the world is full of roses and the roses full of dew,
And the dew is full of heavenly love that drips for me and you.
[ James Whitcomb Riley ]
Dew-drops are the gems of morning, but the tears of mournful eve! [ S. T. Coleridge ]
The benediction of these covering heavens fall on their heads like dew. [ William Shakespeare ]
Tears of joy are the dew in which the sun of righteousness is mirrored. [ Jean Paul ]
The tear down childhood's cheek that flows is like the dew-drop on the rose. [ Sir Walter Scott ]
There's no dew left on the daisies and clover; there's no rain left in heaven. [ Jean Ingelow ]
Let me wipe off this honorable dew, that silverly doth progress on thy cheeks. [ William Shakespeare ]
None can give the dew but God; it comes from above, and is of celestial origin. [ Bishop Reynolds ]
While memory watches over the sad review of joys that faded like the morning dew. [ Campbell ]
The dew of heaven is as much needed for the flowers as for the crops of the field. [ Lady Fullerton ]
Sweet as dew-drops on the flowery lawns when the sky opens, and the morning dawns. [ Tickell ]
The timely dew of sleep, now falling with soft slumbrous weight, inclines our eyelids. [ Milton ]
Prayer is the dew of the soul ravaged by adversity, and oftentimes the only bread of the poor. [ A. Poincelot ]
A faint blush melting through the light of thy transparent cheek like a rose-leaf bathed in dew. [ Whittier ]
Hushed as the falling dews, whose noiseless showers impearl the folded leaves of evening flowers. [ Congreve ]
The dew of heaven is often as beneficial as rain; it is one of those dispensations of a wise and gracious Providence. [ Sturm ]
A smile is ever the most bright and beautiful with a tear upon it. What is the dawn without the dew? The tear is rendered by the smile precious above the smile itself. [ Landor ]
Various and very absurd notions prevailed among the ancients in regard to the dew; by some it was supposed to descend from the stars, and to be possessed of wonderful virtues. [ Barnard ]
That same dew, which sometime on the buds was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls, stood now within the pretty flowerets' eyes, like tears that did their own disgrace bewail. [ William Shakespeare ]
The herb feeds upon the juice of a good soil, and drinks in the dew of heaven as eagerly, and thrives by it as effectually, as the stalled ox that tastes everything that he eats or drinks. [ South ]
The air seems made up of happiness, the clouds, the trees, the grass, the pathless birds, land and water, - all seem to pulsate happiness, to emit it, to breathe it forth upon us; and it falls upon us as dew upon flowers. [ Henry Ward Beecher ]
It is only the intellect that can be thoroughly and hideously wicked. It can forget everything in the attainment of its ends. The heart recoils; in its retired places some drops of childhood's dew still linger, defying manhood's fiery noon. [ Lowell ]
A man takes contradiction and advice much more easily than people think, only he will not bear it when violently given, even though it be well founded. Hearts are flowers; they remain open to the softly falling dew, but shut up in the violent downpour of rain. [ Richter ]
The tending of flowers has ever appeared to me a fitting care for the young and beautiful; they then dwell, as it were, among their own emblems, and many a voice of wisdom breathes on their ear from those brief blossoms, to which they apportion the dew and the sunbeam. [ Mrs. Sigourney ]
There is dew in one flower and not in another, because one opens its cup and takes it in, while the other closes itself and the drop runs off. So God rains goodness and mercy as wide as the dew, and if we lack them, it is because we do not open our hearts to receive them. [ Aughey ]
Nature is sanitive, refining, elevating. How cunningly she hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew! Every inch of the mountains is scarred by unimaginable convulsions, yet the new day is purple with the bloom of youth and love. [ Emerson ]
The grandest operations, both in nature and in grace, are the most silent and imperceptible. The shallow brook babbles in its passage, and is heard by every one; but the coming on of the seasons is silent and unseen. The storm rages and alarms, but its fury is soon exhausted, and its effects are partial and soon remedied; but the dew, though gentle and unheard, is immense in quantity, and the very life of large portions of the earth. And these are pictures of the operations of grace in the church and in the soul. [ Cecil ]