Death eats up all things, both the young lamb and old sheep; and I have heard our parson say, death values a prince no more than a... clown; all's fish that comes to his net; he throws at all, and sweeps stakes; he's no mower that takes a nap at noon- day, but drives on, fair weather or foul, and cuts down the green grass as well as the ripe corn: he's neither squeamish nor queesy-stomach'd, for he swallows without chewing, and crams down all things into his ungracious maw; and tho' you can see no belly he has, he has a confounded dropsy, and thirsts after men's lives, which he guggles down like mother's milk.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In the cowslips peeps I lie, Hidden from the buzzing fly,... While green grass beneath me lies, Pearled wi' dew like fishes' eyes, Here I lye, a clock-a-clay, Waiting for the time o' day.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In Haydn's oratorios, the notes present to the imagination not only motions, as, of the snake, the stag, and the elephant, but col...ors also; as the green grass.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is all a question of sensitiveness. Brute force and overbearing may make a terrific effect. But in the end, that which lives li...ves by delicate sensitiveness. If it were a question of brute force, not a single human baby would survive for a fortnight. It is the grass of the field, most frail of all things, that supports all life all the time. But for the green grass, no empire would rise, no man would eat bread: for grain is grass; and Hercules or Napoleon or Henry Ford would alike be denied existence.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
they stand so still in the thunder air, all strangers to one another... as the green grass glows upwards, strangers in the garden.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Poor verdant fool, and now green ice! thy joys, Large and as lasting as thy perch of grass,... Bid us lay in 'gainst winter rain, and poise Their floods with an o'erflowing glass.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car, And driven the hamadryad from the wood... To seek a shelter in some happier star? Hast thou not torn the naiad from her flood, The elfin from the green grass, and from me The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »