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Quotes by Harriet Prescott Spofford
Singing. The broad blue mountains lift their brows Barely to bathe them in the blaze; The bobolinks from silence rouse And flash along melodious ways!— filed under Birds-Canary
For here the violet in the wood Thrills with the sweetness you shall take, And wrapped away from life and love The wild rose dreams, and fain would wake.— filed under Flirting
I am the one rich thing that morn Leaves for the ardent noon to win; Grasp me not, I have a thorn, But bend and take my being in.— filed under Flowers-Rose
Songs. The Rose. It was nothing but a rose I gave her, - Nothing but a rose Any wind might rob of half its savor, Any wind that blows. * * * * * * Withered, faded, pressed between these pages, Crumpled, fold on fold,- Once it lay upon her breast, and ages Cannot make it old!— filed under Flowers-Rose
A gush of bird-song, a patter of dew, A cloud, and a rainbow's warning, Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue- An April day in the morning.— filed under Months-May
Under the snowdrifts the blossoms are sleeping, Dreaming their dreams of sunshine and June, Down in the hush of their quiet they're keeping Trills from the throstle's wild summer-sung tune.— filed under Sows