We are Lilies fair, The flower of virgin light; Nature held us forth, and said, "Lo! my thoughts of white." - Leigh Hunt (James Henry Leigh Hunt),
"Look to the lilies how they grow!" 'Twas thus the Saviour said, that we, Even in the simplest flowers that blow, God's ever-watchful care might see.
For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.
"Thou wert not, Solomon! in all thy glory Array'd," the lilies cry, "in robes like ours; How vain your grandeur! Ah, how transitory Are human flowers!"
But who will watch my lilies, When their blossoms open white? By day the sun shall be sentry, And the moon and the stars by night!
But lilies, stolen from grassy mold, No more curled state unfold, Translated to a vase of gold; In burning throne though they keep still Serenities unthawed and chill.
Yet ah! why should they know their fate?Since sorrow never comes too late,And happiness too swiftly flies.Thought would destroy their paradise.No more; where ignorance is bliss,'Tis folly to be wise. - Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College.
Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours For one lone soul another lonely soul, Each choosing each through all the weary hours, And meeting strangely at one sudden goal, Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers, Into one beautiful and perfect whole; And life's long night is ended, and the way Lies open onward to eternal day.
Love is like dew that falls on both nettles and lilies.
'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.
Love, free as air at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.
Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much perfoms much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well. -Vincent Van Gogh.
Love lies bleeding in the bed whereover Roses lean with smiling mouths or pleading: Earth lies laughing where the sun's dart clove her: Love lies bleeding.
This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away; go. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.
I tell him, if a clergyman, he lies! If captains the remark, or critics, make, Why they lie also--under a mistake.
Some truth there was, but dash'd and brew'd with lies, To please the fools, and puzzle all the wise.
Halfe the world knowes not how the other halfe lies.
Urge him with truth to frame his fair replies; And sure he will; for wisdom never lies.
Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies.
A man would rather have a hundred lies told of him than one truth which he does not wish should be known.
A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
There are a terrible lot of lies going round the world, and the worst of it is that they're true.
The cruelest lies are often told in silence.
Matilda told such dreadful lies It made one gasp and stretch one's eyes.