Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
“As she felt his fangs against her neck, she was in another world. There was screaming. A woman was somewhere in agony.… — Dawn Bonney-Heath Copy Share Image
And I will trust that He who heeds The life that hides in mead and wold, Who hangs you alder's crimson beads,… — John Greenleaf Whittier 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
I had the brief notion that his heart, pressed flat as a flower, crimson and thin as tissue paper, lay in this… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
Perhaps Harvard's greatest contribution to our nation is its requirement that its on-leave professors who want to keep their crimson seats must… — Malcolm Forbes Copy Share Image
A small speckled visitor Wearing a crimson cape Brighter than a cherry Smaller than a grape A polka-dotted someone Walking on my… — Joan Walsh Anglund Copy Share Image
How passionately we love everything that cannot last: the dazzling crystallory of winter, the spring in bloom, the fragile flight of butterflies,… — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
Autumn arrives like a warrior with the stain of blood upon his brazen mail. His crimson scarf is rent. His scarlet banner… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
However far I gaze Neither cherry blossoms nor Crimson leaves are in sight. Only a fisherman's hut on the shore In the… — Fujiwara no Teika Copy Share Image
Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be… — Isaiah Copy Share Image
“Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
The whole east was flecked With flashing streaks and shafts of amethyst, While a light crimson mist Went up before the mounting… — Epes Sargent Copy Share Image
What things there are to write, if one could only write them! My mind is full of gleaming thought; gay moods and… — Logan Pearsall Smith Copy Share Image
I always thought if I had a band it would have the energy and feel of early Police, since that's where my… — Taylor Hawkins Copy Share Image
God said,--"Let there be light!" Grim darkness felt His might, And fled away; Then startled seas and mountains cold Shone forth, all… — Ebenezer Elliott Copy Share Image
And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine Burned like the ruby fire set In the swinging lamp of a… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
That certain feeling happened to me in a big way quite often with the first King Crimson. Amazing things would happen-I mean,… — Robert Fripp Copy Share Image
Our plenteous streams a various race supply, The bright-eyed perch with fins of Tyrian dye, The silver eel, in shining volumes roll'd,… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Michael Giles the first drummer of King Crimson, never agreed to the name King Crimson. But then, if you'd knew Michael, you… — Robert Fripp Copy Share Image
“Sylvia Day spins a gorgeous adventure in A Touch of Crimson that combines gritty, exciting storytelling with soaring lyricism. Adrian is my… — Angela Knight Copy Share Image
As the saffron tints and crimson flushes of morn herald the coming day, so the social and political advancement which woman has… — Frances Harper Copy Share Image
A SWEET disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness : A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger washes all the air, That rheumatic diseases do abound; And through… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I ate breakfast in the kitchen by candle-light, and then drove the five miles to the station through the most glorious October… — Jean Webster Copy Share Image
How big are souls anyway?" asked Coraline. The other mother sat down at the kitchen table and leaned against the back wall,… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“Crimson, made from the blood of Romanian virgins." "Really?" said Henri. his head was spinning and he had to lean on his… — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
