A Quote by Anna Letitia Barbauld

The first pale blossom of the unripened year. — © Anna Letitia Barbauld
The first pale blossom of the unripened year.
There are days we live as if death were nowhere in the background; from joy to joy to joy, from wing to wing, from blossom to blossom to impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.
I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried- "La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!
In Heaven's happy bowers There blossom two flowers, One with fiery glow And one as white as snow; While lo! before them stands, With pale and trembling hands, A spirit who must choose One, and one refuse.
The bud disappears when the blossom breaks through, and we might say that the former is refuted by the latter; in the same way when the fruit comes, the blossom may be explained to be a false form of the plant's existence, for the fruit appears as its true nature in place of the blossom.
By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted- Which Blossom in the dark.
Fruits that blossom first will first be ripe.
Cherry trees will blossom every year; But I'll disappear for good, One of these days.
I'm like a backward berry, Unripened on the vine, For all my friends are fifty, And I'm only forty-nine.
Actually, I didn't study photography at first. I went to school for painting my first year, poetry my second year, graphic design my third and fourth year, and photography my fifth.
The very first film, documentary that I made, was called 'The First Year.' It was 11 years ago and I followed these five novice teachers. I was actually with them on their first day of school and followed them for their first year.
Why so pale and wan, fond lover, Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Shane looked…pale. Pale and shaken and—how predictable was this?—pissed.
Life should be a continual celebration, a festival of lights the whole year round. Only then can you grow up, can you blossom.
January is the beginning of a new year for us in the Western world. Let us give to God what belongs to him: the first hours of our day, the first month of the year, the first of our increase, the first in every area of our life. It's devoted... The principle of first fruits is that when you give God the first, he governs the rest and redeems in.
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
When the fruit appears the blossom drops off. Love of God is the fruit, and rituals are the blossom.
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