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19 Quotes for 'Bees' in the Database.
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The honey-bee that wanders all day long
The field, the woodland, and the garden o'er,
To gather in his fragrant winter store,
Humming in calm content his winter song,
Seeks not alone the rose's glowing breast,
The lily's dainty cup, the violet's lips,
But from all rank and noxious weeds he sips
The single drop of sweetness closely pressed
Within the poison chalice.
Author: Anne Charlotte Lynch Botta
Source: The Lesson of the Bee
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The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.
Author: Emily Dickinson
Source: Poems (V)
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His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!
Author: Emily Dickinson
Source: Poems--The Bee (XV)
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Burly, dozing humblebee,
Where thou art is clime for me.
Let them sail for Porto Rique,
Far-off heats through seas to seek.
I will follow thee alone,
Thou animated torrid-zone!
Author: Ralph Waldo Emerson
Source: The Humble-Bee
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Seeing only what is fair,
Sipping only what is sweet,
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Leave the chaff, and take the wheat.
Author: Ralph Waldo Emerson
Source: The Humble-Bee
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You are my honey, honeysuckle, I am the bee.
Author: Albert H. Fitz
Source: The Honeysuckle and the Bee, a song from 1901
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The careful insect 'midst his works I view,
Now from the flowers exhaust the fragrant dew,
With golden treasures load his little thighs,
And steer his distant journey through the skies.
Author: John Gay
Source: Rural Sports (canto I, l. 82)
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Bees work for man, and yet they never bruise
Their Master's flower, but leave it having done,
As fair as ever and as fit to use;
So both the flower doth stay and honey run.
Author: George Herbert
Source: The Church--Providence
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For pitty, Sir, find out that Bee
Which bore my Love away
I'le seek him in your Bonnet brave,
I'le seek him in your eyes.
Author: Robert Herrick
Source: Mad Nan's Song
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"O bees, sweet bees!" I said; "that nearest field
Is shining white with fragrant immortelles
Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells."
Author: Helen Hunt Jackson (Helen Hunt)
Source: My Bees
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Listen! O, listen!
Here come the hum the golden bees
Underneath full blossomed trees,
At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned.
Author: James Russell Lowell
Source: The Sirens (l. 94)
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As busie as a Bee.
Author: John Lyly (Lylie or Lyllie)
Source: Euphues and his England (p. 252)
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The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved, in a tear of the
sisters of Phaeton, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar.
It has obtained a worthy reward for its great toils; we may
suppose that the bee itself would have desired such a death.
Author: Marcus Valerius Martial
Source: Epigrams (bk. IV, ep. 32)
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In the nice bee, what sense so subtly true
From pois'nous herbs extracts the healing dew?
Author: Alexander Pope
Source: Essay on Man (ep. I, 219)
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Therefore doth heaven divide
The state of man in divers functions,
Setting endeavor in continual motion;
To which is fixed as an aim or butt
Obedience; for so work the honeybees,
Creatures that by a rule in nature teach
The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
They have a king, and officers of sorts,
Where some like magistrates correct at home,
Others like merchants venture trade abroad,
Others like soldiers armed in their stings
Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds,
Which pillage they with merry march bring home
To the tent-royal of their emperor,
Who, busied in his majesties, surveys
The singing masons building roofs of gold,
The civil citizens kneading up the honey,
The poor mechanic porters crowding in
Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate,
The sad-eyed justice with his surly hum
Delivering o'er to executors pale
The lazy yawning drone.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: The Life of King Henry the Fifth (Canterbury at I, ii)
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The solitary Bee
Whose buzzing was the only sound of life,
Flew there on restless wing,
Seeking in vain one blossom where to fix.
Author: Robert Southey
Source: Thalaba (bk. VI, st. 13)
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The little bee returns with evening's gloom,
To join her comrades in the braided hive,
Where, housed beside their might honey-comb,
They dream their polity shall long survive.
Author: Charles Tennyson Turner
Source: A Summer Night in the Bee Hive
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How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower.
Author: Isaac Watts
Source: Against Idleness
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The wild Bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing,
Now in a lily cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering.
Author: Oscar Wilde (Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wilde)
Source: Her Voice
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