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 ]
What skilful limner ever would choose
To paint the rainbow's varying hues.
Unless to mortal it were given
To dip his brush in dyes of heaven? [ Scott ]
Here eglantine embalm'd the air,
Hawthorne and hazel mingled there;
The primrose pale, and violet flower.
Found in each cliff a narrow bower;
Fox-glove and nightshade, side by side.
Emblems of punishment and pride,
Group'd their dark hues with every stain
The weather-beaten crags retain. [ Sir Walter Scott ]
There's not a wind but whispers of thy name,
And not a flower that grows beneath the moon,
But in its hues and fragrance tells a tale
Of thee, my love. [ Barry Cornwall ]
Fairest of all that earth beholds, the hues
That live among the clouds, and flush the air,
Lingering and deepening at the hour of dews. [ Bryant ]
All the rarest hues of human life take radiance and are rainbowed out in tears. [ Massey ]
When there is love in the heart there are rainbows in the eyes, which cover every black cloud with gorgeous hues. [ Beecher ]
The heart is the medium which changes the natural hues of objects, and makes them appear other than they are in reality. [ Nicole ]
He by whom the geese were formed white, parrots stained green, and peacocks painted of various hues - even He will provide for their support. [ Hitopadesa ]
Not a flower but shows some touch, in freckle, streak, or stain, of His unrivaled pencil. He inspires their balmy odors, and imparts their hues. [ Cowper ]
The light of genius never sets, but sheds itself upon other faces, in different hues of splendor. Homer glows in the softened beauty of Virgil, and Spenser revives in the decorated learning of Gray. [ Willmott ]
Flowers are esteemed by us, not so much on account of their extrinsic beauty - their glowing hues and genial fragrance - as because they have long been regarded as emblems of mortality - because they are associated in our minds with the ideas of mutation and decay. [ Bovee ]
Nature, at all events, humanly speaking, is manifestly very fond of color; for she has made nothing without it. Her skies are blue; her fields, green; her waters vary with her skies; her animals, vegetables, minerals, are all colored. She paints a great many of them in apparently superfluous hues, as if to show the dullest eye how she loves color. [ Leigh Hunt ]
Beauty is an all-pervading presence. It unfolds to the numberless flowers of the spring; it waves in the branches of the trees and the green blades of grass; it haunts the depths of the earth and the sea, and gleams out in the hues of the shell and the precious stone. And not only these minute objects, but the ocean, the mountains, the clouds, the heavens, the stars, the rising and setting sun, all overflow with beauty. [ Channing ]