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Clouds: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations
I saw two clouds at morning Tinged by the rising sun, And in the dawn they floated on And mingled into one.— JOHN G. C. BRAINARD — I Saw Two
Clouds at Morning.
O, it is pleasant, with a heart at ease, Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies, To make the shifting clouds be what you please, Or let the easily persuaded eyes Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould Of a friend's fancy.— COLERIDGE — Fancy in Nubibus.
The sky is filled with rolling, fleecy clouds, whose flat receding bases seem to float upon a transparent amber sea.— W. H. GIBSON — Pastoral Days.
Autumn. *** Die down, O dismal day! And come, blue deeps! magnificently strewn With colored clouds-large, light, and fugitive- By upper winds through pompous motions blown.— DAVID GRAY — In the Shadows. St. 11.
The cloudlets are lazily sailing O'er the blue Atlantic sea.— HEINE — Early Poems. Evening Songs. No. 4.
The clouds, -the only birds that never sleep.— VICTOR HUGO — The Vanished City.
By unseen hands uplifted in the light Of sunset, yonder solitary cloud Floats, with its white apparel blown abroad, And wafted up to heaven.— LONGFELLOW — Michael Angelo. Pt. II. 2.
See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away Over the snowy peaks!— LONGFELLOW — Christus. The Golden Legend. Pt. V. L. 145.
The low'ring element Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. II. L. 490.
There does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night, And casts a gleam over this tufted grove.— S. MILTON — Comus. L. 223.
If woolly fleeces spread the heavenly way No rain, be sure, disturbs the summer's day. Old Weather Rhyme. When clouds appear like rocks and towers, The earth's refreshed by frequent showers. Old Weather Rhyme. Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven, Curtain round the vault of heaven.— THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK — Rhododaphne. Canto V. L. 257.
Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.— POPE — Moral Essays. Epistle 2. L. 19.
Clouds on the western side Grow gray and grayer, hiding the warm sun.— CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI — Twilight Calm.
We often praise the evening clouds, And tints so gay and bold, But seldom think upon our God, Who tinged these clouds with gold. C.— SCOTT — The Setting Sun.
Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds.— Shakespeare — Troilus and Cressida. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 220.
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.— SHELLEY — The Cloud.
Bathed in the tenderest purple of distance, Tinted and shadowed by pencils of air, Thy battlements hang o'er the slopes and the forests, Seats of the gods in the limitless ether, Looming sublimely aloft and afar.— BAYARD TAYLOR — Kilimandjaro.
Yonder cloud That rises upward always higher, And onward drags a laboring breast, And topples round the dreary west, A looming bastion fringed with fire.— TENNYSON — In Memoriam. Pt. XV.
A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun; A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow; * * * * * * Tranquil its spirit seemed and floated slow; Even in its very motion there was rest; While every breath of eve that chanced to blow Wafted the traveller to the beauteous west.— JOHN WILSON — Isle of Palms and other
Poems. The Evening Cloud. The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.— WORDSWORTH — Ode. Intimations of Immortality. St. 11.