What did Sara Coleridge mean by: Dull November brings the blast, Then the leaves are whirling fast. - Sara Coleridge Poet · England Copy
+ avarice is especially, I suppose, a disease of the imagination. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Sara Coleridge, Disease, Greed, Imagination, 0 - Sara Coleridge Poet · England
+ January brings the snow, makes our feet and fingers glow. Feraz Zeid, September 3, 2023December 26, 2023, Sara Coleridge, Feet, Snow, 0 - Sara Coleridge Poet · England
+ April brings the primrose sweet, / Scatters daisies at our feet. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Sara Coleridge, Feet, Sweet, 0 - Sara Coleridge Poet · England
+ Hot July brings cooling showers,Apricots and gillyflowers. Feraz Zeid, October 5, 2023December 26, 2023, Sara Coleridge, Hot, Summer, 0 - Sara Coleridge Poet · England
+ Chill December brings the sleet, Blazing fire, and Christmas treat. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Sara Coleridge, Chill, Fire, 0 - Sara Coleridge Poet · England
+ June brings tulips, lilies, roses, Fills the children’s hands with posies. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Sara Coleridge, Children, Summer, 0 - Sara Coleridge Poet · England
+ February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again. Feraz Zeid, August 18, 2023December 12, 2023, Sara Coleridge, Lakes, Rain, 0 - Sara Coleridge Poet · England
+ Fresh October brings the pheasant, Then to gather nuts is pleasant. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Sara Coleridge, Nuts, 0 - Sara Coleridge Poet · England
My hometown was so dull that one time the tide went out and never came back. - Fred Allen Comedian · USA
Often beauty grows dull or common when speech breaks the mask. - Mary Renault Author · United Kingdom
Worried about being a dull fellow? You might develop your talent for being irritating. - Mason Cooley Professor · USA
Music-hall songs provide the dull with wit, just as proverbs provide them with wisdom. - W. Somerset Maugham Playwright and novelist · United Kingdom
She carried the burn of the sun on her body. It was for all of those wasted, dull years. - J.M.G. Le Clézio
