Those laughing orbs, that borrow
From azure skies the light they wear.
Are like heaven - no sorrow
Can float over hues so fair. [ Mrs. Osgood ]
O lovely eyes of azure.
Clear as the waters of a brook that run
Limpid and laughing in the summer sun! [ Longfellow ]
'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue. [ Thomas Campbell ]
But now the clouds in airy tumult fly;
The sun, emerging, opes an azure sky;
A fresher green the smiling leaves display,
And glittering as they tremble, cheer the day. [ Parnell ]
The eastern hanging crescent climbeth higher;
See, purple on the azure softly steals.
And Morning, faintly touched with quivering fire
Leans on the frosty summits of the hills,
Like a young girl over her hoary sire. [ Roscoe ]
Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows,
While proudly rising over the azure realm,
In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes,
Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm. [ Gray ]
Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow;
Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. [ Byron ]
Unchangeable save in thy wild waves' play,
Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow;
Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. [ Byron ]
Windows, white and azure-laced with blue of heaven's own tinct. [ William Shakespeare ]
Those laughing orbs, that borrow from azure skies the light they wear. [ Frances S. Osgood ]
Gradual as the snow, at heaven's breath, melts off and shows the azure flowers beneath, her lids unclosed, and the bright eyes were seen. [ Moore ]
Those eyes, soft and capricious as a cloudless sky, whose azure depth their color emulates, must needs be conversant with upward looks - prayer's voiceless service. [ Wordsworth ]
Women of the world never use harsh expressions when condemning their rivals. Like the savage, they hurl elegant arrows, ornamented with feathers of purple and azure, but with poisoned points.