To gild refined gold, to paint the lily... is wasteful and ridiculous excess — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have loved flowers that fade,Within whose magic tentsRich hues have marriage madeWith sweet unmemoried scents:A honeymoon delight,A joy of love at… — Robert Bridges Copy Share Image
Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp, To guard a title that was rich before, To gild refined gold, to paint the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To frame the little animal, provide All the gay hues that wait on female pride: Let Nature guide thee; sometimes golden wire… — John Gay Copy Share Image
Once you jump in the ocean of love there's nothing to be done, just to be enjoyed, every wave of it, every… — Nirmala Srivastava Copy Share Image
I love corduroys , because they are really comfy and they're cozier than jeans. They come in nice autumn hues - colors… — Rachel Bilson Copy Share Image
The leaf fall of his words, the stained glass hues of his moods, the rust in his voice, the smoke in his… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
But I have sinuous shells of pearly hue Within, and they that lustre have imbibed In the sun's palace-porch, where when unyoked… — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
“Tuka, even the sky bleeds vermillion to birth a new sun each day.” — Sneha Subramanian Kanta Copy Share Image
You know what else that settles then tonight. This hue and cry and controversy that has been spawned by the devil to… — Paul Crouch Copy Share Image
The bluebird enjoys the preeminence of being the first bit of color that cheers our northern landscape. The other birds that arrive… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is slicked o'er with the pale cast… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The mental powers acquire their full robustness when the cheek loses its ruddy hue, and the limbs their elastic step; and pale… — Thomas Guthrie Copy Share Image
The trees bathed their great heads in the waves of the morning, while their roots were planted deep in gloom; save where… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Afflictions have the same use and end to our souls, that frosty weather hath upon those clothes that are laid and bleaching,… — John Flavel Copy Share Image
The Bookshop has a thousand books, All colors, hues, and tinges, And every cover is a door That turns on magic hinges. — Nancy Byrd Turner Copy Share Image
I don't have a problem with 'Idol' or 'X Factor,' I have a problem with when those things are not given the… — Billy Corgan Copy Share Image
Your fame is as the grass, whose hue comes and goes, and His might withers it by whose power it sprang from… — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
At present I absolutely want to paint a starry sky. It often seems to me that night is still more richly coloured… — Vincent Van Gogh Copy Share Image
Not a flower But shows some touch, in freckle, streak or stain, Of his unrivall'd pencil. He inspires Their balmy odors, and… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Colored lights shone right across the northern sky, leaping and flaring, spreading in rainbow hues from horizon to zenith: blood red to… — Celia Rees Copy Share Image
Nor ever yet the melting rainbow's vernal-tinctur'd hues to me have shone so pleasing, as when first the hand of science pointed… — Mark Akenside Copy Share Image
There is in hell a place stone-built throughout, Called Malebolge, of an iron hue, Like to the wall that circles it about. — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
