From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.
In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.
Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.
It is with flowers as with moral qualities; the bright are sometimes poisonous; but, I believe, never the sweet.
Love planted a rose, and the world turned sweet.
There comes a moment on a journey when something sweet, something irresistible and charming as wine raised to thirsty lips, wells up in the traveller's being.
The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
However, without considering this connection, there is no doubt but that more good than evil, more delight than sorrow, arises from compassion itself; there being so many things which balance the sorrow of it.
A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.