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Letter "C" » crimson
«It is courage, courage, courage, that raises the blood of life to crimson splendor. Live bravely and present a brave front to adversity.»
«My mind is imbued with the Lord's Love; it is dyed a deep crimson. Truth and charity are my white clothes. The blackness of sin is erased by my wearing of blue clothes, and meditation on the Lord's Lotus Feet is my robe of honor.»
«And now I have sent a cunning man, endued with understanding, of Huram my father's, / The son of a woman of the daughters of Dan, and his father was a man of Tyre, skilful to work in gold, and in silver, in brass, in iron, in stone, and in timber, in purple, in blue, and in fine linen, and in crimson; also to grave any manner of graving, and to find out every device which shall be put to him, with thy cunning men, and with the cunning men of my lord David thy father.»
«With crimson juice the thirsty southern day, Sucks from the hills where buried armies lie, So that the dreamy passion it imparts Is drawn from heroes' bones and lovers' hearts»
«As metal merges with metal, those who chant the Praises of the Lord are absorbed into the Praiseworthy Lord. Like the poppies, they are dyed in the deep crimson color of Truthfulness. Those contented souls who meditate on the Lord with single-minded love, meet the True Lord.»
«O Rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm, That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy; And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy»
«The seasons alter: hoary-headed frostsFall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose.»
«Beauty?s ensign yetIs crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,And death?s pale flag is not advanced there.»

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