Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul.
one daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.
Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty.
life is the greatest gift that could ever be conceived ... A daffodil pushing up through the dark earth to the spring, knowing somehow deep in its roots that spring and light and sunshine will come, has more courage and more knowledge of the value of life than any human being I've met.
You normally have to be bashed about a bit by life to see the point of daffodils, sunsets and uneventful nice days.
Never be afraid to be a poppy in a field of daffodils.
Picasso said that no one has to explain a daffodil. Good design is understandable to virtually everybody. You never have to ask why.
I wonder what spendthrift chose to spill Such a bright gold under my windowsill! Is it fair gold? Does it glitter still? Bless me! It's a daffodil!
O fateful flower beside the rill- The Daffodil, the daffodil!
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
If you wrap yourself in daffodils I will wrap myself in pain...
I have seen the Lady April bringing the daffodils, Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain.
Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as kisses on the mouth. In the dreamy vale of beeches Fair and faint is woven mist, And the river's orient reaches Are the palest amethyst. Every limpid brook is singing Of the lure of April days; Every piney glen is ringing With the maddest roundelays. Come and let us seek together Springtime lore of daffodils, Giving to the golden weather Greeting on the sun-warm hills.
It is not raining to me, It's raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on distant hills.
Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth.
Today is the day when bold kites fly, When cumulus clouds roar across the sky. When robins return, when children cheer, When light rain beckons spring to appear. Today is the day when daffodils bloom, Which children pick to fill the room, Today is the day when grasses green, When leaves burst forth for spring to be seen.
Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils.
Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
I myself have noticed my growing resemblance to a daffodil.
It is daffodil time, so the robins all cry, For the sun's a big daffodil up in the sky, And when down the midnight the owl call to-whoo! Why, then the round moon is a daffodil too; Now sheer to the bough-tops the sap starts to climb, So, merry my masters, it's daffodil time.
I think if I were living in a utopian world, then it wouldn't be political commentary; it would be about daffodils.
For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
You have to do something. If you do something, you become somebody. Even a daffodil does something, has a profession. It gives off scent, professionally.
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