A Quote by John Greenleaf Whittier

What airs outblown from ferny dells And clover-bloom and sweet brier smells.

John Greenleaf Whittier

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Bloom Clover Smells Sweet

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John Greenleaf Whittier
American - Poet
December 17, 1807 - September 7, 1892

The sweetness of life lies in usefulness, like honey deep in the heart of a clover bloom.

Laura Ingalls Wilder

O flower-de-luce, bloom on, and let the river Linger to kiss thy feet! O flower of song, bloom on, and make forever The world more fair and sweet.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

What a miserable thing life is: you're living in clover, only the clover isn't good enough.

Bertolt Brecht

What a miserable thing life is: you're in clover; only the clover isn't good enough.

Bertolt Brecht

[Clover] secretly hitched a ride with a nice German couple and their new baby...Clover appeared to the baby, so as to be a delightful, soothing surprise. Well, the child did like Clover. In fact, she held him and cooed. When the parents turned around to look at her and saw their child holding a furry, living creature, they needlessly panicked.

Obert Skye

The word is like an object - we were thinking "bloom," "doom." It encapsulated tons: the bloom, the end of the bloom, and then coming back the next year.

Alex Scally

The gentlemen like it when a lady smells sweet.

Bertrice Small

The past is the only dead thing that smells sweet.

Cyril Connolly

Sweet smells are sometimes used to cover foul ones.

George R. R. Martin

The body of a dead enemy always smells sweet.

Titus Flavius Vespasian

Through the open door A drowsy smell of flowers -grey heliotrope And white sweet clover, and shy mignonette Comes fairly in, and silent chorus leads To the pervading symphony of Peace.

John Greenleaf Whittier

Love is as bitter as the dregs of sin, As sweet as clover-honey in its cell; Love is the password whereby souls get in To Heaven--the gate that leads, sometimes, to Hell.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Crowds of bees are giddy with clover Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet, Crowds of larks at their matins hang over, Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet.

Jean Ingelow

Sweet is the rose, but grows upon a brere; Sweet is the juniper, but sharp his bough; Sweet is the eglantine, but stiketh nere; Sweet is the firbloome, but its braunches rough; Sweet is the cypress, but its rynd is tough; Sweet is the nut, but bitter is his pill; Sweet is the broome-flowre, but yet sowre enough; And sweet is moly, but his root is ill.