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| Cloud Quotes | No. | Quotation | Last Name | First Name |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | By unseen hands uplifted in the light Of sunset, yonder solitary cloud Floats, with its white apparel blown abroad, And wafted up to heaven. | Longfellow | Henry Wadsworth |
| 2 | Yonder cloud That rises upward always higher, And onward drags a laboring breast. And topples round the dreary west, A looming bastion fringed with fire. | Tennyson | Alfred |
| 3 | The Clouds consign their treasures to the fields, And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool, Prelusive drops, let all their moisture flow In large effusion, o'er the freshened world. | Thomson | James |
| 4 | A step, A single step, that freed me from the skirts Of the blind vapor, opened to my view Glory beyond all glory ever seen By waking sense or by the dreaming soul! The appearance, instantaneously disclosed Was of a mighty city,--boldly say A wilderness of building, sinking far And self-withdrawn into a boundless depth, Far sinking into splendor,--without end! Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold, With alabaster domes, and silver spires, And blazing terrace upon terrace, high Uplifted; here, serene pavilions bright, In avenues disposed; there, towers begirt With battlements that on their restless fronts Bore stars,--illumination of all gems! | Wordsworth | William |
| 5 | See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away Over the snowy peaks! | Longfellow | Henry Wadsworth |
| 6 | Dear little head, that lies in calm content Within the gracious hollow that God made In every human shoulder, where He meant Some tired head for comfort should be laid. | Thaxter | Celia |
| 7 | Men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel. | Shakespeare | William |
| 8 | "What is good for a bootless bene?" With these dark words begins my tale; And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring When Prayer is of no avail? | Wordsworth | William |
| 9 | And He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age! | Shakespeare | William |
| 10 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, Hope, and comfort from above; Let us each, thy peace possessing, Triumph in redeeming love. | Hawker | R.S. |
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