Bright and yellow, hard and cold. [ Hood ]
Our rocks are rough, but smiling there
The acacia waves her yellow hair,
Lonely and sweet, nor loved the less
For flow'ring in a wilderness. [ Moore ]
All looks yellow to the jaundiced eye. [ Pope ]
Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves,
(Green leaves upon her golden hair!),
Green grasses through the yellow sheaves
Of autumn corn are not more fair. [ Oscar Wilde ]
The eastern gate, all fiery red,
Opening on Neptune, with fair blessed beams,
Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams. [ William Shakespeare ]
Now the bright Morning-star, Day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
The flow'ry May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow Cowslip, and the pale Primrose. [ Milton ]
My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone. [ Byron ]
The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago.
And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow;
But on the hills the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood,
And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood.
Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men.
And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland glade and glen. [ Bryant ]
All seems infected that the infected spy, and all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye. [ Pope ]
When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees. [ Young ]
As the yellow gold is tried in fire, so the faith of friendship must be seen in adversity. [ Ovid ]
Many-colored, sunshine-loving, spring-betokening bee! yellow bee, so mad for love of early-blooming flowers! [ Professor Wilson ]
Yellow japanned buttercups and star-disked dandelions - just as we see them lying in the grass, like sparks that have leaped from the kindling sun of summer. [ O. W. Holmes ]
Wit throws a single ray, separated from the rest, - red, yellow, blue, or any intermediate shade, - upon an object; never white light; that is the province of wisdom. We get beautiful effects from wit, - all the prismatic colors, - but never the object as it is in fair daylight. [ Holmes ]
My May of life is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf; and that which should accompany old age, as honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but in their stead, curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath which the poor heart would fain deny and dare not. [ William Shakespeare ]