Nothing is so beautiful as spring – when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.
Shine like the day I set cosmic eyes on you, friend, by the light of the sweet squash in my lovely laser broom.
When lovely woman stoops to folly, and finds too late that men betray, what charm can soothe her melancholy, what art can wash her guilt away?
Loveliest of lovely things are they on earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
It gives me a huge buzz when people say they’ve enjoyed my books, because this grew out of a hobby, and it’s an absolute passion, and it’s lovely when I get feedback.
It was the rainbow gave thee birth, and left thee all her lovely hues.
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him to sleep.
Whatever makes an impression on the heart seems lovely in the eye.
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.