Dew
Gem of earth and sky begotten.
Dew is water in the form of droplets that appears on thin, exposed objects in the morning or evening. As the exposed surface cools by radiating its heat, atmospheric moisture condenses at a rate greater than that at which it can evaporate, resulting in the formation of water droplets.
Quotes
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[edit]- From drooping leaves, and bending flowers,
Exhaled the midnight dews !
Like love that from its inmost thoughts
Its own sweet life renews.- Letitia Elizabeth Landon, Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1833 (1832), 'The Tomb of Humaioon, Delhi'
Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations
[edit]- Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 193-94.
- The Dewdrop slips into the shining sea!
- Edwin Arnold, Light of Asia (1879), Book VIII. Last Line.
- Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she
Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die.
The sun insists on gladness; but at night,
When he is gone, poor Nature loves to weep.- Philip James Bailey, Festus (1813), scene Water and Wood. Midnight.
- The dew,
'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.- Philip James Bailey, Festus (1813), scene Another and a Better World.
- The dews of the evening most carefully shun;
Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun.- Philip Stanhope, 4th Earl of Chesterfield, Advice to a Lady in Autumn.
- Dew-drops are the gems of morning,
But the tears of mournful eve!- Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Youth and Age.
- The dew-bead
Gem of earth and sky begotten.- George Eliot, The Spanish Gypsy (1868), Song, Book I.
- Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hyperion (1839), Book III, Chapter VII.
- Or stars of morning, dew-drops which the sun
Impearls on every leaf and every flower.- John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book V, line 746.
- I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.- William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream (c. 1595-96), Act II, scene 1, line 14.
- And every dew-drop paints a bow.
- Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam A.H.H. (1849), Part CXXII.
