One of the saddest sights of the slums is to see the thrifty wife of the working man, with her rosy brood of children, used to cou...ntry air and sunshine, used to space, privacy, good surroundings, cleanliness, quiet, shut up amid the noise and dirt and confusion, in the gloom of the slum.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Out came the children running. All the little boys and girls,... With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls, Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after The wonderful music with shouting and laughter.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I aft hae kissed sae fondly;... And closed for ay, the sparkling glance That dwalt on me sae kindly; And moldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Thou art not fair, for all thy red and white, For all those rosy ornaments in thee.... Thou art not sweet, though made of mere delightLESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When, as a child, I first opened my eyes on a Sunday-morning, a feeling of dismal anicipation, which began at least on the Friday,... culminated. I knew what was before me, and my wish, if not my word, was "Would God it were evening!" It was no day of rest, but a day of texts, of catechisms (Watts'), of tracts about converted swearers, godly charwomen, and edifying deaths of sinners saved.... There was but one rosy spot, in the distance, all that day: and that was "bed-time," which never could come too early!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
... people were so ridiculous with their illusions, carrying their fools' caps unawares, thinking their own lies opaque while ever...ybody else's were transparent, making themselves exceptions to everything, as if when all the world looked yellow under a lamp they alone were rosy.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What potent blood hath modest May; What fiery force the earth renews,... The wealth of forms, the flush of hues; Joy shed in rosy waves abroad Flows from the heart of Love, the Lord.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The early twenties when we drank wood alcohol and every day in every way grew better and better, and there was a first abortive sh...ortening of the skirts, and girls all looked alike in sweater dresses, and people you didn't want to know said "Yes, we have no bananas," and it seemed only a question of a few years before the older people would step aside and let the world be run by those who saw things as they were--and it all seems rosy and romantic to us who were young then, because we will never feel quite so intensely about our surroundings any more.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »