Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold!

Bright and yellow, hard and cold.

Thomas Hood (1798-1845): Her Moral.

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.

What precious drops are those

Which silently each other's track pursue,

Bright as young diamonds in their infant dew?

John Dryden (1631-1701): The Conquest of Granada. Part ii. Act iii. Sc. 1.

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellow'd to that tender light

Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Hebrew Melodies. She walks in Beauty.

The bright consummate flower.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 481.

Dark with excessive bright.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 380.

Her angels face,

As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright,

And made a sunshine in the shady place.

Edmund Spenser (1553-1599): Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto iii. St. 4.

By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap

To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon,

Or dive into the bottom of the deep,

Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,

And pluck up drowned honour by the locks.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.

All that's bright must fade,—

The brightest still the fleetest;

All that's sweet was made

But to be lost when sweetest.

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): All that's Bright must fade.

But an old age serene and bright,

And lovely as a Lapland night,

Shall lead thee to thy grave.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): To a Young Lady. Dear Child of Nature.

A creature not too bright or good

For human nature's daily food;

For transient sorrows, simple wiles,

Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): She was a Phantom of Delight.

'T were all one

That I should love a bright particular star,

And think to wed it.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1.

Failed the bright promise of your early day.

Reginald Heber (1783-1826): Palestine.

Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;

Brief as the lightning in the collied night,

That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth,

And ere a man hath power to say, "Behold!"

The jaws of darkness do devour it up:

So quick bright things come to confusion.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.

There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet

As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): The Meeting of the Waters.

Bright-eyed Fancy, hov'ring o'er,

Scatters from her pictured urn

Thoughts that breathe and words that burn.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): The Progress of Poesy. III. 3, Line 2.

While bright-eyed Science watches round.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): Ode for Music. Chorus. Line 3.