So lightly walks, she not one mark imprints,
Nor brushes off the dews, nor soils the tints. [ Churchill ]

Let women paint their eyes with tints of chastity. [ Tertullian ]

The fine tints and fluent curves which constitute beauty of character. [ Edward Bulwer-Lytton ]

Poetry uses the rainbow tints for special effects, but always keeps its essential object in the purest light of truth. [ Holmes ]

Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life! the evening beam that smiles the clouds away and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray! [ Byron ]

A human heart can never grow old, if it takes a lively interest in the pairing of birds, the reproduction of flowers, and the changing tints of autumn leaves. [ Mrs. L. M. Child ]

The learned compute that seven hundred and seven millions of millions of vibrations have penetrated the eye before the eye can distinguish the tints of a violet. [ Edward Bulwer-Lytton ]

What furniture can give such finish to a room as a tender woman's face? and is there any harmony of tints that has such stirrings of delight as the sweet modulations of her voice? [ George Eliot ]

Let women paint their eyes with tints of chastity, insert into their ears the word of God, tie the yoke of Christ around their necks, and adorn their whole persons with the silk of sanctity and the damask of devotion. [ Tertullian ]

It is not merely the multiplicity of tints, the gladness of tone, or the balminess of the air which delight in the spring; it is the still consecrated spirit of hope, the prophecy of happy days yet to come; the endless variety of nature, with presentiments of eternal flowers which never shall fade, and sympathy with the blessedness of the ever-developing world. [ Novalis ]

Association is the delight of the heart not less than of poetry. Alison observes that an autumn sunset, with its crimson clouds, glimmering trunks of trees, and wavering tints upon the grass, seems scarcely capable of embellishment. But if in this calm and beautiful glow the chime of a distant bell steal over the fields, the bosom heaves with the sensation that Dante so tenderly describes. [ Willmott ]