Quotes about clover

A collection of quotes on the topic of clover, bee, day, life.

Quotes about clover

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“The fields are sufficiently full of tares, vetches, clover-grass, hop-clover, sanfoil, ray-grass, trefoil, cinquefoil, hops, wood, flax, hemp, rape-seed, lucern, Dantzick flax, canary seed, mustard seed, &c.”

Edward Chamberlayne (1616–1703) English writer

p. 40 http://books.google.com/books?id=VcEPAAAAQAAJ&pg=PA40; Cited by Patrick Edward Dove, Elements of Political Science. Edinburgh, 1854. p. 406
Angliæ Notitia, 1676, 1704

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Sarah Orne Jewett photo

“Your patience may have long to wait,
Whether in little things or great,
But all good luck, you soon will learn,
Must come to those who nobly earn.
Who hunts the hay-field over
Will find the four-leaved clover.”

Sarah Orne Jewett (1849–1909) American novelist, short story writer and poet

"Perseverance" in St. Nicholas Magazine, Vol. X. (September 1883), p. 840

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Emily Dickinson photo

“The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.”

Emily Dickinson (1830–1886) American poet

Nature, p. 110
Collected Poems (1993)

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“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 (1820–1897) British writer

"Divided", reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

“I was an apprentice to a linnen-draper when this king was born, and continued at the trade some years, but the shop being too narrow and short for my large mind, I took leave of my master, but said nothing. Then I lived a country-life for some years; and in the late wars I was a soldier, and sometimes had the honour and misfortune to lodg and dislodg an army. In the year 1G52, I entred upon iron works, and pli'd them several years, and in them times I made it my business to survey the three great rivers of England, and some small ones; and made two navigable, and a third almost compleated. I next studied the great weakness of the rye-lands, and the surfeit it was then under by reason of their long tillage. I did by practick and theorick find out the reason of its defection, as also of its recovery, and applyed the remedy in putting out two books, which were so fitted to the country-man's capacity, that he fell on pell-mell; and I hope, and partly know, that great part of Worcestershire, Glocestershire, Herefordshire, Shropshire, and Staffordshire, have doubled the value of the land by the husbandry discovered to them; see my two books printed by Mr Sawbridg on Ludgate Hill, entitled, Yarranton's Improvement ly Clover, and there thou mayest be further satisfied.* I also for many years served the countreys with the seed, and at last gave them the knowledg of getting it with ease and small trouble; and what I have been doing since, my book tells you at large.”

Andrew Yarranton (1619–1684) English civil engineer

Source: Quotes from England's Improvement, (1677), p. 193; cited in Patrick Edward Dove (1854, p. 405-6)

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“On the day the world ends
A bee circles a clover,
A fisherman mends a glimmering net.”

Czeslaw Milosz (1911–2004) Polish, poet, diplomat, prosaist, writer, and translator

"A Song On the End of the World" http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19195

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“One, we are one with the song to-day,
One with the clover that scents the world,
One with the Unknown, far away,
One with the stars, when earth grows old.”

Alfred Noyes (1880–1958) English poet

Unity, § II
The Golden Hynde and Other Poems (1914)
Context: Heart of my heart, we cannot die!
Love triumphant in flower and tree,
Every life that laughs at the sky
Tells us nothing can cease to be:
One, we are one with the song to-day,
One with the clover that scents the world,
One with the Unknown, far away,
One with the stars, when earth grows old.

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