The Indian summer - the dead summer's soul! [ Mary Clemmer ]
Ornament is but the gilded shore
To a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarf
Veiling an Indian; beauty, in a word.
The seeming truth which cunning times put on
To entrap the wisest. [ William Shakespeare ]
My, crown is in my heart, not on my head;
Not deck'd with diamonds and Indian stones,
Nor to be seen : my crown is call'd content;
A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy. [ Shakespeare ]
Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind
Sees God in clouds, or hears Him in the wind. [ Pope ]
The rosy-fingered morn did there disclose
Her beauty, ruddy as a blushing bride,
Gilding the marigold, painting the rose,
With Indian chrysolites her cheeks were dyed. [ Baron ]
Lo! the poor Indian, whose untutor'd mind
Sees God in clouds, or hears Him in the wind;
His soul proud science never taught to stray
Far as the solar walk or milky way;
Yet simple nature to his hope has given,
Behind the cloud-topt hills, a humbler heaven. [ Pope ]
In various talk the instructive hours they past,
Who gave the ball, or paid the visit lasts
One speaks the glory of the British queen.
And one describes a charming Indian screen;
A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes;
At every word a reputation dies. [ Pope ]
All day the rain bathed the dark hyacinths in vain; the flood may pour from morn till night, nor wash the pretty Indian white. [ Hafiz ]
Not a Red Indian, hunting by Lake Winnipeg, can quarrel with his squaw, but the whole world must smart for it. Will not the price of beaver rise? [ Carlyle ]
The idiot, the Indian, the child, and unschooled farmer's boy stand nearer to the light by which nature is to be read, than the dissector or the antiquary. [ Emerson ]
If you were a poor Indian with no weapons, and a bunch of conquistadors came up to you and asked where the gold was, I don't think it would be a good idea to say, I swallowed it. So sue me.
[ Jack Handey, Deep Thoughts ]