Boughs Quotes

The boughs that bear most hang lowest.

The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within.

The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.

Be like the bird who, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing she hath wings.

When the sappy boughs Attire themselves with blooms, sweet rudiments Of future harvest.