O bluebird, welcome back again, Thy azure coat and ruddy vest, Are hues that April loveth best.
Good-morrow to thy sable beak, And glossy plumage, dark and sleek, Thy crimson moon and azure eye
Like a goddess on her azure hill, the star of my ambition, the mistress of my dream; a thing apart, that we can worship, but not touch; a wild desire, that, in the madness of the thought, soars higher in its dignity, and leaves me weeping in the dust.
More varied than any landscape was the landscape in the sky, with islands of gold and silver, peninsulas of apricot and rose against a background of many shades of turquoise and azure.
To exaggerate the fairness of hair, I come even to orange tones, chromes and pale yellow. . . I make a plain background of the richest, intensest blue that I can contrive, and by this simple combination of the bright head against the rich blue background, I get a mysterious effect, like a star in the depths of an azure sky.
Naples sitteth by the sea, keystone of an arch of azure.
The boy may wrestle, when Night--working Fancy steals him to the arms Of nymph oft wish'd awake, and, 'mid the rage Of the soft tumult, ev'ry turgid cell Spontaneous disembogues its lucid store, Bland and of azure tinct.
I was the shadow of the waxwing slainBy the false azure in the windowpane.
See the sun! God's crest upon His azure shield, the Heavens.
You are all so lucky to be living here. If I live in Manila I would definitely live in Azure.
Come out of the azure. Love the day. Do not leave the sky out of your landscape.
The eyes of spring, so azure, Are peeping from the ground; They are the darling violets, That I in nosegays bound.
Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze, A visitant that while it fans my cheek Doth seem half-conscious of the joy it brings From the green fields, and from yon azure sky. Whate'er its mission, the soft breeze can come To none more grateful than to me; escaped From the vast city, where I long had pined A discontented sojourner: now free, Free as a bird to settle where I will.
Eyes of gentianellas azure, Staring, winking at the skies.
Again the violet of our early days Drinks beauteous azure from the golden sun, And kindles into fragrance at his blaze.
She moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.
