You dream there, under the boughs all gold, and blue, and crimson.

She was in her youth a good-looking woman, but as the years passed she became immensely corpulent, and Horace Walpole, who saw her at his mother's when he was a child, thus described her: "Two fierce black eyes, large and rolling between two lofty arched eye-brows, two acres of cheeks spread with crimson, an ocean of neck that overflowed, and was not distinguished from the lower part of her body, and no part restrained by stays."

Shores where the summer waves Have whispered low, Echo the skaters' song, As to and fro Glide flitting forms, And watch-fire's glow Leaps into frosty air And crimsons snow.

And let strong Nature's crimson mark your blame.

My own face crimsons at the thought.

Kings of Navar and Fraunce, why doe you thus With civill butchery wound this blessed land, Which like a mother from her melting eyes Sheds crimson teares to see you enemyes?

On the other three sides, the yews grew close and thick, embowering the tomb like the high back of a fireside chair; and many times in autumn I have seen the stone slab crimson with the fallen waxy berries, and taken some home to my aunt, who liked to taste them with a glass of sloe-gin after her Sunday dinner.

At all times of the year it is beautiful; but perhaps best in early spring, when the highest mountains still have snow upon them and the neighbouring slopes are covered with tender green and white fruit blossom, and here the violet wistaria blooms and there the sombre crimson of the Judas-tree.

There was the old magnificence of the king of day,airy deeps of ineffable blue and pearl, stained with scarlets and crimsons, and striped with living gold.

Madeline blushed,brow, neck, and bosom, crimson.

Giustiniano handed him a crimson silk dressing-gown, and asked him whether he would wear his sword and steel gauntlets, or whether his cane and his scented kid gloves would not be more suitable.

In the west the low hanging sun turned crimson and bulged at the sides into a clumsy elipse.

At length reviv'd, mid rising heaps of slain She prest with trembling step, the crimson plain; 60 The dungeon's gloomy depth she fearless sought, For love, with scorn of danger arm'd her thought: The cell that holds her captive lord she gains, Her tears fall quiv'ring on a lover's chains!

"And endless griefs are thine, dear wretched maid; 80 "I saw thy aged sire a captive bound, "I saw thy Zamor press the crimson ground" He could no more, he yields his fleeting breath, While all in vain she seeks repose in death.

Now conquest, bending on her crimson wings, 165 Her sanguine laurel to Pizarro brings; While bound, and trembling in her iron chain, Almagro swells the victor's captive train.

No one doubts that 'the modest blush which crimsons the cheek of beauty,' to use the author's words, is caused by a rush of blood to the skin; but how this produces 'a corresponding change in its angle of reflection,' and what such a change has to do with the result, are problems too transcendental for the exact sciences.

And as the light of Heaven varies, now At sunrise, now at sunset, now by night With moon and trembling stars, so loved Geraint To make her beauty vary day by day, In crimsons and in purples and in gems.

And then again the woods would shred suddenly away in front of them, and they would skirt marshes, overgrown with wild rice and dotted with little dark clumps of alder bushes, or make their way past silent woodland lakes, all streaked and barred with the tree shadows which threw their crimsons and clarets and bronzes upon the fringe of the deep blue sheet of water.

She liked clear, vital colors, this girl,the crimsons and blues.

Thus, in praising the modest blush which crimsons the cheek of beauty, we should destroy all its charm, if we attributed it to a sudden change in the reflecting surface of the epidermis,a mere mechanical rushing of blood to the skin, and a corresponding change in its angle of reflection!

The Gothic pile, the apostles and saints of the windows, the deep purples and crimsons, and the sunlight streaming through, and the pathetic responses and the majesty of the organ do not take away, but enhance and affirm the sensation of idea and God.

Like the sudden emanation that crimsons all the east, the beautiful and earliest blush of morning, came the driven blood into the maiden's cheek, telling of discovery and shame.

I think now of the greens and crimsons, the blaze of holy living colour in which we were able to exist and breathe....

There is a great display of the liveliest colours, the turbans being frequently of the brightest of yellows, crimsons, or greens.

Soft, opalescent gleams were blent with prismatic blues, greens, crimsons.