Underneath Day's azure eyes, Ocean's nursling, Venice…

Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams Beside a…

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

February... Bending from Heaven, in azure mirth, It kissed the forehead of the Earth, And smiled upon the silent sea, And bade the frozen…

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

When your eyes freeze behind the grey window and the ghost of loss gets in to you, may a flock of colours, indigo, red,…

— John O'Donohue

There were so many miracles at work: that a blossom might become a peach, that a bee could make honey in its thorax, that…

— Jane Hamilton

I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff -and I…

— Vladimir Nabokov

Creamy and leggy, with long azure hair and the eyes of a silent-movie star, she moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.

— Laini Taylor

Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly rising o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth…

— Thomas Gray

At Last It's a perfect winter day. No wind. No Arctic freeze. Cloudless azure sky. A day to fly. Snow drapes the mountain like…

— Ellen Hopkins

If we look on idly, heaven and earth will never be joined. To join heaven and earth, some decisive deed of purity is necessary.…

— Yukio Mishima

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli.

— George R. R. Martin

Simplest of blossoms! To mine eye Thou bring'st the summer's painted sky; The May-thorn greening in the nook; The minnows sporting in the brook;…

— David Macbeth Moir

Go where he will, the wise man is at home, His hearth the earth, his hall the azure dome.

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

To exaggerate the fairness of hair, I come even to orange tones, chromes and pale yellow ... I make a plain background of the…

— Vincent Van Gogh

The beauteous dragonfly's dancing By the waves of the rivulet glancing; She dances here and she dances there, The glimmering, glittering flutterer fair. Full…

— Heinrich Heine

“She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above.”

— George R R Martin