“Tsukiko sits on the floor in the center of the room, wearing a red kimono. A beating crimson heart in the pale… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
There is a place where the sidewalk ends, And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share Image
Death's gruesome face taunts: soulless eyes, crimson grimace. I really hate clowns. — Katherine Applegate Copy Share Image
These people have learned not from books, but in the fields, in the wood, on the river bank. Their teachers have been… — Anton Chekhov Copy Share Image
Catch a vista of maples in that long light and you see Autumn glowing through the leaves.... The promise of gold and… — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
Oh the Broom, the yellow Broom, The ancient poet sung it, And dear it is on summer days To lie at rest… — Mary Howitt Copy Share Image
Who has not seen that feeling born of flame Crimson the cheek at mention of a name? The rapturous touch of some… — Abraham Coles Copy Share Image
I have known many gods. He who denies them is as blind as he who trusts them too deeply. I see not… — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
Whenever I see those crmison jerseys and crimson helmets, I feel humbled to have played football for Alabama. Other players in the… — Derrick Thomas Copy Share Image
And to my lips’ Bright crimson rim The passion slips, And down my slim White body drips The shining hymn... — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
Association is the delight of the heart, not less than of poetry. Alison observes that an autumn sunset, with its crimson clouds,… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
Let me live deep while I live; let me know the rich juices of red meat & stinging wine on my palate,… — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! Confusion on thy banners wait! Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle… — Thomas Gray Copy Share Image
The sky over Patusan was blood-red, immense, streaming like an open vein. An enormous sun nestled crimson amongst the treetops, and the… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
In August, the large masses of berries, which, when in flower, had attracted many wild bees, gradually assumed their bright velvety crimson… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Good-morrow to thy sable beak, And glossy plumage, dark and sleek, Thy crimson moon and azure eye — Joanna Baillie Copy Share Image
October is a fine and dangerous season in America. It is dry and cool and the land is wild with red and… — Thomas Merton Copy Share Image
For the May Day is the great day, Sung along the old straight track. And those who ancient lines did ley Will… — Jethro Tull Copy Share Image
The sight filled the northern sky; the immensity of it was scarcely conceivable. As if from Heaven itself, great curtains of delicate… — Philip Pullman Copy Share Image
“The sky is stained red with the blood of a thousand dying sacrifices.” — Kelan Gerriety Copy Share Image
It was a bird. A bird struggling through stickiness: a bird coated in paint, floundering in its nest, splashing color everywhere. Red.… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
