So when the sun in bed,
Curtain'd with cloudy red,
Pillows his chin upon an orient wave.
The low'ring element
Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape.
If woolly fleeces spread the heavenly way
No rain, be sure, disturbs the summer's day.
When clouds appear like rocks and towers,
The earth's refreshed by frequent showers.
Old Weather Rhyme.
Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven,
Curtain round the vault of heaven.
Thomas Love Peacock—Rhododaphne. Canto
V. L. 257.
Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it
Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this
minute.
| author = Pope
| work = Moral Essays. Ep. 2. L. 19.
Who maketh the clouds his chariot.
Psalms. CIV. 3.
Do you see yonder cloud, that's almost in shape
of a camel?
By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed.
Methinks it is like a weasel.
It is backed like a weasel.
Or, like a whale?
Very like a whale.
Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 312.
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| num = 9
| text = <poem>Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds.
Troilus and Cressida. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 220.
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Shelley—The Cloud.
... feathery curtains,
Stretching o'er the sun's bright couch.
Shelley—Queen Mab.
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| text = <poem>Far clouds of feathery gold,
Shaded with deepest purple, gleam
Like islands on a dark blue sea.
Shelley—Queen Mab.
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| text = <poem>... fertile golden islands,
Floating on a silver sea.
Shelley—Queen Mab.
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{{Hoyt quote
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| text = <poem>Bathed in the tenderest purple of distance,
Tinted and shadowed by pencils of air,
Thy battlements hang o'er the slopes and the
forests,
Seats of the gods in the limitless ether,
Looming sublimely aloft and afar.
Bayard Taylor—Kilimandjaro.
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| text = <poem>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.
| author = Tennyson
| work = In Memoriam. XV.
The clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober coloring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.
Wordsworth—Ode. Intimations of Immortality. St. 11.
Once I beheld a sun, a sun which gilt
That sable cloud, and turned it all to gold.
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CLOVER
Trifolium
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| text = <poem>Where the wind-rows are spread for the butterfly's bed,
And the clover-bloom falleth around.
Eliza Cook—Journal. Vol. VII. St. 2.
Song of the Haymakers.
Crimson clover I discover
By the garden gate,
And the bees about her hover,
But the robins wait.
Sing, robins, sing,
Sing a roundelay,—
'Tis the latest flower of Spring
Coming with the May!
Doha Read Goodale—Red Clover.
The clover blossoms kiss her feet,
She is so sweet, she is so sweet.
While I, who may not kiss her hand,
Bless all the wild flowers in the land.
Oscar Leighton—Clover Blossoms. For Thee
Alone.
Flocks thick-nibbling through the clovered vale.
Thomson—The Seasons. Summer. L. 1,235.
'
What airs outblown from ferny dells
And clover-bloom and sweet brier smells.
Whittter—Last Walk in AuJtumn. St. 6.
CLYDE (River)
How sweet to move at summer's eve
By Clyde's meandering stream,
When Sol in joy is seen to leave
The earth with crimson beam;
When islands that wandered far
Above his sea couch lie,
And here and there some gem-like star
Re-opes its sparkling eye.
Andrew Park—The Banks of Clyde.
