Mr. Jamrach led me through the lobby and into the menagerie. The first was a parrot room, a fearsome screaming place of… — Carol Birch Copy Share Image
Tis like the birthday of the world, When earth was born in bloom; The light is made of many dyes, The air… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
This is what art is all about. It is weaving fabric from the feathers you have plucked from your own breast. But… — Katherine Paterson Copy Share Image
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Softly drops the crimson sun: Softly down from overhead, Drop the bell-notes, one by one, Melting in the melting red.... — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Copy Share Image
The amplest knowledge has the largest faith. Ignorance is always incredulous. Tell an English cottager that the belfries of Swedish churches are… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
The man who fears war and squats opposing My words for stour, hath no blood of crimson But is fit only to… — Ezra Pound Copy Share Image
I see America, not in the setting sun of a black night of despair ahead of us, I see America in the… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
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
An Islamic writer recalls her joy in the clothes she wore as a young girl at a wedding: They were always in… — Shelina Zahra Janmohamed 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
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
The rise of King Crimson was so fast that, to me, it felt as if it was going out of control. And… — Michael Giles 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
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
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
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
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 see the spectacle of morning from the hilltop over against my house, from daybreak to sunrise, with emotions which an angel… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Without danger I cannot be great. That is how I pay for Abel's blood. Danger and fear follow my steps everywhere. Without… — George Bernard Shaw 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
In the earlier novels, Steve King tells us that John Farson, and perhaps even the Crimson King himself, are but other names… — Robin Furth Copy Share Image
Bastian had climbed a dune of purplish-red sand and all around him he saw nothing but hill after hill of every imaginable… — Michael Ende 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
