Quotes About Sycamores

To Sycamores I'm sick of Love; O let me lie Under your shades, to sleep or die! Either is welcome; so I have Or here my Bed, or here my Grave. Why do you sigh, and sob, and keep Time with the tears, that I do weep? Say, have ye sence, or do you prove What Crucifixions are in Love? I know ye do; and that's the why, You sigh for Love, as well as I

There are monkeys in the bottoms In those tall white sycamores. There are monkeys in the bottoms, Worth a million or more. "So come along, Old Rowdy, And let's get on the trail Of a hundred dollar monkey. We'll catch him by the tail.

I will learn fifteen types of wind and know the weight of tomorrow's rain by the rustle in the sycamores.

in the cry of a well that slips from dark the earth began to dream you; how it would polish from precious stones dust for a face, from tears of sycamores tone for your eyes.

Oh the moonlight's fair tonight along the Wabash.From the fields there comes the breath of new-mown hay;Through the sycamores the candle lights are gleaming,On the banks of the Wabash, far away.

Noon was approaching and the shadows under the sycamores were thin and short. The surface of the blue-tiled fish-pond was glassily still and water splashed monotonously into the fountain's basins. Khaemwaset held his fingers under the glittering flow and found it silky and warm.