Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
And yonder by Nankin, behold! The Tower of Porcelain, strange and old, Uplifting to the astonished skies Its ninefold painted balconies, With balustrades of twining leaves, And roofs of tile, beneath whose eaves Hang porcelain bells that all the time Ring with a soft, melodious chime; While the whole fabric is ablaze With varied tints, all fused in one Great mass of color, like a maze Of flowers illumined by the sun.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O harmony! thou tenderest nurse of pain,If that thy note's sweet magic e'er can healGriefs which the patient spirit oft may feel,Oh! let me listen to thy songs again;Till memory her fairest tints shall bring;Hope wake with brighter eye, and listening seemWith smiles to think on some delightful dream.william lisle bowles
All the woodland path is broken By warm tints along the way, And the low and sunny slope Is alive with sudden hope When there comes the silent token Of an April day,—Blue hepatica!dora read goodale
Will ye believeThe wonders of the ocean? how its shoalsSprang from the wave, like flashing light; .. took wing,And, twinkling with a silver glitterance,Flew through the air and sunshine? yet were theyTo sight less wondrous than the tribe who swam,Following like fowlers, with uplifted eye,Their falling quarry: .. language cannot paintTheir splendid tints! though in blue ocean seen,Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,In all its rich variety of shades,Suffus'd with glowing gold.Robert Southey
It will be readily admitted that brown tints have never coursed beneath our skin; it will be discovered that yellow shines forth in our flesh, that red blazes, and that green, blue and violet dance upon it with untold charms, voluptuous and caressing.Umberto Boccioni
Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life, The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!lord byron
Behind the steps that Misery treads Approaching Comfort view: The hues of bliss more brightly glow Chastised by sabler tints of woe, And blended form, with artful strife, The strength and harmony of life.thomas gray
England! Whence came each glowing hue That tints your flag of meteor light, The streaming red, the deeper blue, Crossed with the moonbeams' pearly white? The blood, the bruise the blue, the red Let Asia's groaning millions speak; The white it tells of colour fled From starving Erin's pallid cheek.George lunt
All the woodland path is broken By warm tints along the way, And the low and sunny slope Is alive with sudden hope When there comes the silent token Of an April day, Blue hepatica!
The learned compute that seven hundred and seven millions of millions of vibrations have penetrated the eye before the eye can distinguish the tints of a violet.Lytton
Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life! The evening beam that smiles the clouds away And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!lord byron
The beauteous pansies rise In purple, gold, and blue, With tints of rainbow hue Mocking the sunset skies.Thomas J. ouseley
Twilight's soft dews steal o'er the village-green, With magic tints to harmonize the scene Stilled is the hum that through the hamlet broke When round the nuns of their ancient oak The peasants flocked to hear the minstrel play, And games and carols closed the busy day.samuel rogers
Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life! The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!lord byron
All the woodland path is broken By warm tints along the way, And the low and sunny slope Is alive with sudden hope When there comes the silent token Of an April day, Blue hepatica!dora read goodale
Importance of animal aesthetics and its understanding to human aesthetics has been largely ignored, despite its significance to Darwin .... Darwin suggested the aesthetic possibilities of odors, songs, “antics”, especially ornaments of [such as] the most brilliant tints, combs and wattles, beautiful plumes, elongated feathers, top-knots and so forth.
The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star-dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched.