Purple Quotes
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O columbine, open your folded wrapper, Where two twin turtle-doves dwell! O cuckoopint, toll me the purple clapper That hangs in your clear green bell!
jean ingelow— Jean Ingelow, Songs of Seven, Seven Times One.
He bore a simple wild-flower wreath: Narcissus, and the sweet brier rose; Vervain, and flexile thyme, that breathe Rich fragrance; modest heath, that glows With purple bells; the amaranth bright, That no decay, nor fading knows, Like true love's holiest, rarest light; And every purest flower, that blows In that sweet time, which Love most blesses, When spring on summer's confines presses.
thomas love peacock— Rhododaphne, Canto I, line 107.
There are purple grapes in the Land of Git-Thare.
sam walter foss— The Land of Git-Thare, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
Along the river's summer walk, The withered tufts of asters nod; And trembles on its arid stalk The hoar plume of the golden-rod. And on a ground of sombre fir, And azure-studded juniper, The silver birch its buds of purple shows, And scarlet berries tell where bloomed the sweet wild-rose!
— [[John Greenleaf Whittier, The Last Walk in Autumn.
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold
lord byron— Lord Byron, The Destruction of Sennacherib
Whether the color of your skin is black, white, yellow, brown or purple -- the extent of this tragedy is so incredibly devastating that we had to do something.
bert mccracken— Statement about Hurricane Katrina on website of The Used, reported in L. Martinez (September 10, 2005) "Rockers plug in for Katrina", Ventura County Star, p. 1.
By the waters of Life we sat together,Hand in hand, in the golden daysOf the beautiful early summer weather,When skies were purple and breath was praise.
thomas noel— An old Man’s Idyll, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
For the first time, I wasn’t embarrassed by the look of beauty, of elegance, because when you see someone who has only one rag as their property, but it happens to be beautiful and pink and silk, beauty doesn’t have to be separated.. ..I have always said that you shouldn’t have biases, you shouldn’t have prejudices. But before that (his trip to India around 1975, fh) I’d never been able to use purple, because it was too beautiful.
Robert Rauschenberg— p. 206 (Rauschenberg / Art and Live, 1990)
They make a fine purple colour by treating bilberry in the same way and mixing it with milk.
vitruvius— Chapter XIV, Sec. 2
Wondrous interlacement! Holding fast to threads by green and silky rings, With the dawn it spreads its white and purple wings; Generous in its bloom, and sheltering while it clings, Sturdy morning-glory.
helen hunt jackson— Helen Hunt Jackson, Morning-Glory; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 530.
Thou Royal River, born of sun and shower In chambers purple with the Alpine glow, Wrapped in the spotless ermine of the snow And rocked by tempests!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, To the River Rhone, reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 673.
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold.
lord byron— Lord Byron, Destruction of Sennacherib, in Hebrew Melodies (1815).
Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow, and in his painted heart Made purple riot.
john keats— 1820 Lamia, Isabella, The Eve of St. Agnes and Other Poems,'The Eve of St. Agnes', stanza16.
Ye valleys low where the mild whispers use, Of shades and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enameled eyes, That on the green turf such the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
john milton— 1637 Lycidas, l.136-41.
In Indiana, I wasn't anything special. But in New York, I've gone out with girls with purple hair who go out with me because I'm exotic!
jim gaffigan— Frazier Moore, Associated Press (December 27, 2000) "Comic Gaffigan Gets A Hayseed's Welcome to New York", Sun-Sentinel, p. 3E.
You're the purple light of a summer night in Spain. You're the National Gallery; you're Garbo's Salary; you're cellophane!
Cole Porter— Cole Porter, "You're the Top" from Anything Goes (1934)
Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh,When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee; Fairer than morning, lovelier than the daylight, Dawns the sweet consciousness, — I am with Thee.
harriet beecher stowe— Reported in James Freeman Clarke, Book of Worship for the Congregation and the Home (1852, p. 431).
The greenish sky glows up in misty reds, The purple shadows turn to brick and stone,The dreams wear thin, men turn upon their beds, And hear the milk-cart jangle by alone.
sara teasdale— City Vignettes, I: Dawn
That memorable day died in purple and gold, and just as the last traces of the sunset faded in the west and the star-lilies filled the sky, the full moon looked down over the rim of the valley, and the great rocks, catching the silvery glow, came forth out of the dusky shadows like very spirits.
john muir— "A Rival of the Yosemite: The Cañon of the South Fork of King's River, California" The Century Magazine, volume XLIII, number 1 (November 1891) pages 77-97 (at page 86)
The beauteous pansies rise In purple, gold, and blue, With tints of rainbow hue Mocking the sunset skies.
Thomas J. ouseley— Thomas J. Ouseley, The Angel of the Flowers.
Central depth of purple, Leaves more bright than rose, Who shall tell what brightest thought Out of darkness grows? Who, through what funereal pain, Souls to love and peace attain?
leigh hunt— Leigh Hunt, Songs and Chorus of the Flowers, Poppies.
By purple death I'm seized and fate supreme.
— Lines from Homer's Iliad which Julian recited upon his elevation to Caesar by Constantius II, as recorded by Ammianus Marcellinus in book XV of his history; such elevations had often proven fatal to others.
If all lesbians suddenly turned purple today, society would be surprised at the number of purple people in high places.
— Sidney Abbott & Barbara Love, Sappho was a right-on woman, 1972[ ]
I know not which I love the most, Nor which the comeliest shows, The timid, bashful violet Or the royal-hearted rose: The pansy in her purple dress, The pink with cheek of red, Or the faint, fair heliotrope, who hangs, Like a bashful maid her head.
phoebe cary— Spring Flowers
And the hyacinth purple, and white, and blue, Which flung from its bells a sweet peal anew Of music so delicate, soft, and intense, It was felt like an odour within the sense.
Percy Bysshe Shelley— Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Sensitive Plant, Part I.
Born in the purple, born to joy and pleasance, Thou dost not toil nor spin, But makest glad and radiant with thy presence The meadow and the lin.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Flower-de-Luce, Stanza 3; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 282.
She saw her sons with purple death expire, Her sacred domes involved in rolling fire, A dreadful series of intestine wars, Inglorious triumphs and dishonest scars.
Alexander Pope— Alexander Pope, Windsor Forest, line 323.
They are all in the lily-bed, cuddled close together- purple, Yellow-cap, and little Baby-blue; How they ever got there you must ask the April weather, The morning and the evening winds, the sunshine and the dew.
— Nellie M. Hutchinson, Vagrant Pansies.
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
william shakespeare— William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra (1600s), Act II, scene 2, line 196.
