When rosy morning glimmered over the dales. [ Pope ]
Sweet pillows, sweetest bed;
A chamber deaf to noise, and blind to light;
A rosy garland, and a weary head. [ Sir Philip Sidney ]
Now morn her rosy steps in th' eastern clime,
Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl. [ Milton ]
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 ]
Your peaks are beautiful, ye Apennines!
In the soft light of these serenest skies;
From the broad highland region, black with pines,
Fair as the hills of Paradise they rise.
Bathed in the tint Peruvian slaves behold
In rosy flushes on the virgin gold. [ William Cullen Bryant ]
Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove;
No! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me proved;
I never writ, nor no man ever loved. [ William Shakespeare ]
A smile that elow'd Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue. [ Milton ]
Morn, waked by the circling hours, with rosy hand unbarred the gates of light. [ Milton ]
That eating canker grief, with wasteful spite, preys on the rosy bloom of youth and beauty. [ Rowe ]
Long, glorious locks, which drop upon thy cheek like gold-hued cloudflakes on the rosy morn. [ Bailey ]
Behold the morning! Rise up, O youth, and quickly fill thyself with this rosy wine sparkling from the crystal cup of the dawn! [ Omar Khayam ]
God took his softest clay and his purest colors, and made a fragile jewel, mysterious and caressing - the finger of woman; then he fell asleep. The devil awoke, and at the end of that rosy finger put a nail. [ Victor Hugo ]