She remembered the godswood, drooping branches heavy with moisture, and the sound of her brother's laughter as he chased her through piles of damp leaves.
She remembered the godswood, drooping branches heavy with moisture, and the sound of her brother's laughter as he chased her through piles of damp leaves.
Why did dogs make one want to cry? There was something so quiet and hopeless about their sympathy. Jasper, knowing something was wrong, as dogs always do. Trunks being packed. Cars being brought to the door. Dogs standing with drooping tails, dejected eyes. Wandering back to their baskets in the hall when the sound of the car dies away.
If there is anything a hates it's a drooping mustache
What is this I hear of sorrow and weariness,
Anger, discontent and drooping hopes?
So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.
The words of kindness are more healing to a drooping heart than balm or honey.
But a good old age one like a 'slow drooping, mellow autumn after a rich and glorious summer' an old age as beautiful as some of the glorious days, when the sun rises in the early morn, sheds its light in brightness and warmth throughout the day and at night drops out of sight, looking even larger before it disappears.
The hour of the waning of love has beset us,And weary and worn are our sad souls nowLet us part, ere the season of passion forget us,With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.
And some poets are far better read off the page because they're very bad speakers. I'm thinking of one in particular whom I won't name, a good poet, and he reads in such a dry, boring way, your eyes start drooping.
I took to wearing a black tie known as the Ascot, with long drooping ends. I had seen pictures of painters, sculptors, poets, wearing this style of tie.
The storm of grief bears hard upon his youth, And bends him like a drooping flower to earth.
You start out happy that you have no hips or boobs. All of a sudden you get them, and it feels sloppy. Then just when you start liking them, they start drooping.
LITTLE LOST PUP He was lost-not a shade of doubt of that For he never barked at a slinking cat, But stood in the square where the wind blew raw With a drooping ear and a trembling paw And a mournful look in his pleading eye And a plaintive sniff at the.
Without, the sun shines bright and the birds are singing amid the ivy on the drooping beeches. Their choice is made, and they turn away hand-in-hand, with their backs to the darkness and their faces to the light.
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