Like to Diana in her summer-weed, Girt with a crimson robe of brightest dye, Goes fair Samela; Whiter than be the flocks that straggling feed When wash'd by Arethusa Fount they lie, Is fair Samela.
Let them bestow on every airth a limb, Then open all my veins that I may swim To thee, my Maker, in that crimson lake; Then place my parboiled head upon a stake, Scatter my ashes, strew them in the air Lord! since thou knowest where all these atoms are, I'm hopeful thou'lt recover once my dust, And confident thou'lt raise me with the just.Montrose, James Graham, 1st Marquis of
Ruin seize thee, ruthless King! Confusion on thy banners wait, Tho'fanned by Conquest's crimson wing They mock the air with idle state.thomas gray
My native heath is brown beneath, My native waters blue; But crimson red o'er both shall spread, Ere I am false to you, Dear land! Ere I am false to you.samuel lover
We watched her come with subtle fireAnd learned feet,Stumbling among the lustful drunkYet somehow sweet.We saw the crimson leave her cheeksFlame in her eyes;For when a woman lives in awful hasteA woman dies.The jests that lit our hours by nightAnd made them gay,Soiled a sweet and ignorant soulAnd fouled its play.Djuna Barnes
Scarce had the morning starre hid from the lightHeavens crimson canopie with stars bespangled,But I began to rue th' unhappy sightOf that faire boy that had my hart intangled;Cursing the time, the place, the sense, the sin;I came, I saw, I viewd, I slipped in.If it be sinne to love a sweet-fac'd boy,Whose amber locks trust up in golden tramelsDangle adowne his lovely cheekes with joy,When pearle and flowers his faire haire enamels;If it be sinne to love a lovely lad,Oh then sinne I, for whom my soule is sad.richard barnfield
But ’neath yon crimson treeLover to listening maid might breathe his flame,Nor mark, within its roseate canopy,Her blush of maiden shame.william cullen bryant
Skirting the rocks at the forest edgeWith a running flame from ledge to ledge,Or swaying deeper in shadowy glooms,A smoldering fire in her dusky blooms;Bronzed and molded by wind and sun,Maddening, gladdening every oneWith a gypsy beauty full and fine,—A health to the crimson columbine!elaine goodale eastman
Weave no more silks, ye Lyons looms, To deck our girls for gay delights! The crimson flower of battle blooms, And solemn marches fill the nights.julia ward howe
[Concerning an aurora, "vivid crimson ... indescribably rich and deep":] The white, rayless light of morning, seen when I was alone amid the peaks of the California Sierra, had always seemed to me the most telling of all the terrestrial manifestations of God. But here the mountains themselves were made divine, and declared His glory in terms still more impressive.john muir
I see America, not in the setting sun of a black night of despair ahead of us, I see America in the crimson light of a rising sun fresh from the burning, creative hand of God. I see great days ahead, great days possible to men and women of will and vision …Carl Sandburg
Good-morrow to thy sable beak, And glossy plumage, dark and sleek, Thy crimson moon and azure eye,<br<Cock of the heath, so wildly shy!joanna baillie
Skirting the rocks at the forest edge With a running flame from ledge to ledge, Or swaying deeper in shadowy glooms, A smoldering fire in her dusky blooms; Bronzed and molded by wind and sun, Maddening, gladdening every one With a gypsy beauty full and fine, A health to the crimson columbine!
Up in the heights of the evening skies I see my City of Cities float In sunset's golden and crimson dyes: I look and a great joy clutches my throat! Plateau of roofs by canyons crossed: windows by thousands fire-furled O gazing, how the heart is lost in the Deepest City in the World.
Hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose.william shakespeare
And half in shade and half in sun; The Rose sat in her bower, With a passionate thrill in her crimson heart.bayard taylor
The rosebuds lay their crimson lips together.
The woods appear With crimson blotches deeply dashed and crossed, Sign of the fatal pestilence of Frost.bayard taylor
And I will trust that He who heeds The life that hides, in mead and wold, Who hangs yon alder's crimson beads, And stains these mosses green and gold, Will still, as He hath done, incline His gracious care to me and mine.john greenleaf whittier
crimson clover I discoverBy the garden gate,And the bees about her hover,But the robins wait.Sing, robins, sing,Sing a roundelay,—'Tis the latest flower of SpringComing with the May!dora read goodale
crimson clover I discover By the garden gate, And the bees about her hover, But the robins wait. Sing, robins, sing, Sing a roundelay, 'Tis the latest flower of Spring Coming with the May!