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Quotes by Thomas Buchanan Read
O Night, most beautiful and rare! Thou giv'st the heavens their holiest hue, And through the azure fields of air Bring'st down the gentle dew.— filed under Night
The rose Propt at the cottage door with careful hands, Bursts its green bud, and looks abroad for May.— filed under Flowers-Rose
We bring roses, beautiful fresh roses, Dewy as the morning and coloured like the dawn; Little tents of odour, where the bee reposes, Swooning in sweetness of the bed he dreams upon.— filed under Flowers-Rose
In the Spring time: April violets glow In wayside nooks, close clustering into groups, Like shy elves hiding from the traveller's eye.— filed under Flowers-Violet
To-morrow, what delight is in to-morrow! What laughter and what music, breathing joy, Float from the woods and pastures, wavering down, Dropping like echoes through the long to-day, Where childhood waits with weary expectation.— filed under To-Morrow