Robert Bloomfield Quotes

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When now, unsparing as the scourge of war, Blast follow blasts and groves dismantled roar; Around their home the storm-pinched cattle lows, No nourishment in frozen pasture grows.

By: Aksh Dhiman # 2
In Animals Quotes
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But how unlike to April's closing days!
High climbs the sun, and darts his powerful rays;
Whitens the fresh drawn mould and pierces through
The cumbrous clods that tumble round the plough.

By: Aksh Dhiman # 2
In Summer Quotes
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Fled now the sullen murmurs of the North,
The splendid raiment of the Spring peeps forth.

By: Aksh Dhiman # 2
In Spring Quotes
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Strange to the world, he wore a bashful look,
The fields his study, nature was his book.

By: Aksh Dhiman # 2
In Student Quotes
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Love in a shower safe shelter took,
In a rosy bower beside a brook,
And winked and nodded with conscious pride
To his votaries drenched on the other side.
Come hither, sweet maids, there's a bridge below,
The toll-keeper, Hymen, will let you through.
Come over the stream to me.

By: Ambreen Dhiman # 21
In Love Quotes
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Remember the Viper:--'twas close at your feet,
How you started and threw yourself into my arms;
Not a strawberry there was so ripe nor so sweet
As the lips which I kiss'd to subdue your alarms.

By: Amit Rank # 19
In Kiss Quotes
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E'en drunken Andrew felt the blow
That innocence can give,
When its resistless accents flow
To bid affection live.

By: Amit Kher # 20
In Innocent Quotes
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Proud crested Fiend, the World's worst foe,
Ambition, canst thou boast one deed,
Whence no unsightly horrors flow,
Nor private peace is seen to bleed?

By: Sachin Jain # 13
In Ambition Quotes
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When now, unsparing as the scourge of war, Blasts follow blasts and groves dismantled roar; Around their home the storm-pinched cattle lows, No nourishment in frozen pasture grows; Yet frozen pastures every morn resound With fair abundance thund'ring to the ground.

By: Amit Rank # 32
In Winter Quotes
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When now, unsparing as the scourge of war,
Blasts follow blasts and groves dismantled roar;
Around their home the storm-pinched cattle lows,
No nourishment in frozen pasture grows;
Yet frozen pastures every morn resound
With fair abundance thund'ring to the ground.

By: Amit Kher # 20
In Winter Quotes
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