“Now fields are green, and trees bear silver buds.”
John Ogilby (1600–1676) Scottish academic
The Works of Publius Virgilius Maro (2nd ed. 1654), Virgil's Bucolicks
Nunc omnis ager, nunc omnis parturit arbor;
Nunc frondent sylvae, nunc formosissimus annus.
Book III, lines 56–57 (tr. Fairclough)
Eclogues (37 BC)
“Now fields are green, and trees bear silver buds.”
John Ogilby (1600–1676) Scottish academic
The Works of Publius Virgilius Maro (2nd ed. 1654), Virgil's Bucolicks
“Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough.”
A.E. Housman book A Shropshire Lad
No. 2, st. 1.
A Shropshire Lad (1896)
Mary Oliver (1935–2019) American writer
"Am I Not Among the Early Risers"
West Wind (1997)
William Wordsworth book Lyrical Ballads
Stanza 4.
Lyrical Ballads (1798–1800), Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey (1798)
Context: If I should be, where I no more can hear
Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams
Of past existence, wilt thou then forget
That on the banks of this delightful stream
We stood together; And that I, so long
A worshipper of Nature, hither came,
Unwearied in that service: rather say
With warmer love, oh! with far deeper zeal
Of holier love. Now wilt thou then forget,
That after many wanderings, many years
Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs,
And this green pastoral landscape, were to me
More dear, both for themselves, and for thy sake.
“Every now and then I get a little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by.”
Jim Steinman (1947) American musician
Total Eclipse of the Heart (1983)
Context: Every now and then I get a little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by.
Turn around
Every now and then I get a little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes.
Turn around bright eyes.
Every now and then I fall apart.
“The "secret" of their being up in the tree had continued for almost two years now.”
Yasunari Kawabata (1899–1972) Japanese author, Nobel Prize winner
"Up in the Tree" [Ki-no Ue] (1962).
Context: The "secret" of their being up in the tree had continued for almost two years now. Where the thick trunk branched out near the top, the two could sit comfortably. Michiko, straddling one branch, leaned back against another. There were days when little birds came and days when the wind sang through the pine needles. Although they weren't that high off the ground, these two little lovers felt as if they were in a completely different world, far away from the earth.
Emily Dickinson My Life had stood — a Loaded Gun
754: My Life had stood — a Loaded Gun —
The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (1960)