— Helen Hunt Jackson Novelist, poet, writer, activist 1830 - 1885
— Pietro Metastasio Italian poet and librettist (born 3 January 1698, died 12 April 1782) 1698 - 1782
L'ape e la serpe spesso
Suggon l'istesso umore;
Morte d' Abele (1732)
— Jack Kerouac American writer 1922 - 1969
— John Muir Scottish-born American naturalist and author 1838 - 1914
— Emily Dickinson American poet 1830 - 1886
— Nick Drake (poet) British writer 1961
The Rahotep series, Book 2: Tutankhamun
„Her mouth is a honey-blossom,
No doubt, as the poet sings;
But within her lips, the petals,
Lurks a cruel bee that stings.“
— William Dean Howells author, critic and playwright from the United States 1837 - 1920
The Sarcastic Fair
„They built a temple for the God,
'Twas in a myrtle grove,
Where the bee and the butterfly
Vied for each blossom's love.“
— Letitia Elizabeth Landon English poet and novelist 1802 - 1838
The Vow of the Peacock (1835)
„Oh, call my brother back to me!
I cannot play alone:
The summer comes with flower and bee,—
Where is my brother gone?“
— Felicia Hemans, The Child's First Grief
The Child's First Grief (1828).
„To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee,
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.“
— Emily Dickinson, libro The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Origine: The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
— Fannie Flagg, libro Pomodori verdi fritti al caffè di Whistle Stop
Origine: Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe
„Alliteration the mind - Temple, life is a honeymoon
vernal song on the humble bee's lips,
Alcoholic realized in the mustard flower, as like friend.“
— Ravindra Prabhat, libro Smriti Shesh
Smriti Shesh (Poetry Collection), Kathyaroop Books, 2002.
„A fairytale, like a butterfly or a bee, helps itself on all sides, sips at every wholesome flower, and spoils not one.“
— George MacDonald Scottish journalist, novelist 1824 - 1905
The Fantastic Imagination (1893)
Contesto: A fairytale, like a butterfly or a bee, helps itself on all sides, sips at every wholesome flower, and spoils not one. The true fairytale is, to my mind, very like the sonata. We all know that a sonata means something; and where there is the faculty of talking with suitable vagueness, and choosing metaphor sufficiently loose, mind may approach mind, in the interpretation of a sonata, with the result of a more or less contenting consciousness of sympathy. But if two or three men sat down to write each what the sonata meant to him, what approximation to definite idea would be the result? Little enough — and that little more than needful. We should find it had roused related, if not identical, feelings, but probably not one common thought. Has the sonata therefore failed? Had it undertaken to convey, or ought it to be expected to impart anything defined, anything notionally recognizable?
"But words are not music; words at least are meant and fitted to carry a precise meaning!"
It is very seldom indeed that they carry the exact meaning of any user of them! And if they can be so used as to convey definite meaning, it does not follow that they ought never to carry anything else. Words are like things that may be variously employed to various ends. They can convey a scientific fact, or throw a shadow of her child's dream on the heart of a mother. They are things to put together like the pieces of a dissected map, or to arrange like the notes on a stave.
„I go to books and to nature as the bee goes to a flower, for a nectar that I can make into my own honey.“
— John Burroughs American naturalist and essayist 1837 - 1921
Origine: The Summit of the Years
„Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.“
— Ray Bradbury, libro Dandelion Wine
Origine: Dandelion Wine
— John Lyly, libro Euphues
Origine: Euphues (Arber ), P. 39. Compare: "Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,/ But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy", William Shakespeare, Hamlet, act i, sc. 3.
„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!“
— Dora Read Goodale U.S. poet 1866 - 1953
Red Clover; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 122.