It was clothed in resplendent hues, and wore all the tints of the rainbow.
"Thoughts on Man" by William Godwin
They are sown more thickly than the stars in heaven, and the rainbow itself does not show so many tints.
"Little Rivers" by Henry van Dyke
One is gone, but another takes its place, just as rainbow-tinted, and gorgeous.
"Doctor Luttrell's First Patient" by Rosa Nouchette Carey
A girl stood in the drawing-room door in a marvelous creation which seemed made of diamond-tipped, rainbow-tinted mist.
"The Fifth Ace" by Douglas Grant
Beneath his eyes and Clancy's there unfolded a landscape of rainbow tints flecking a forest of softly waving trees.
"Owen Clancy's Happy Trail" by Burt L. Standish
Therefore, the path to success is not strewed with flowers and tinted with the rainbow's hue.
"Autobiography of Frank G. Allen, Minister of the Gospel" by Frank G. Allen
In the first place, the new star showed the rainbow-tinted streak crossed by dark lines, which indicated its sun-like nature.
"Myths and Marvels of Astronomy" by Richard A. Proctor
The brilliant rainbow afterglow of sunset faded to colder tints, and then disappeared.
"Crooked Trails and Straight" by William MacLeod Raine
All the colors of the rainbow fought for supremacy in a brilliant-tinted sky that blazed above the fire-girt peaks.
"Brand Blotters" by William MacLeod Raine
Like dancing beams of color, they flashed a moment in mid air; then mingled their hues with the rainbow tints of a falling stream.
"The Strollers" by Frederic S. Isham
WAND'RING winds, still roving on;
Rainbow-tints, just seen and gone;
Butterflies with painted wing
Mid young spring-flow'rs hovering;—
"Cards of Fortune" by Eliza Acton
Mirrors of morn
Whence the dewdrop is born,
Soft tints of the rainbow and skies--
Sisters of song,
What a shadowy throng
Around you in memory rise!
"Flowers" by Mary Baker Eddy
A sea, a rainbow-tinted sea,
A splendor and a mystery,
Floods o'er the fields of faded gray:
The roads are full of folks in glee,
For lo, — to-day is Easter Day!
"Flood-Tide of Flowers" by Henry Van Dyke
God spreads a carpet for our weary feet,
Richer than those which grace the palace floor;
The rainbow hues are in it all complete,
And tints, I think, of full a thousand more.
"September" by Joseph Horatio Chant
Sapphire blue is the cloudless sky,
White are the mountain walls,
Rainbow-hued are the tints that lie
Lavishly spread on the forests high,
Where leaves by millions flame and die,
As the chill of Autumn falls.
"After The Vintage" by John Lawson Stoddard
The billows' rainbow splendor, like a strange enchanting dream.
In fading, softened slowly to a trembling pearly gleam;
And soon the wondrous Sun-god, and the Nereids and the sea
Had vanished; one gray-tinted cloud alone remained for me.
"Sunset Picture" by Henrietta Cordelia Ray